winter 07

I know you are there.
I know what you've done.
You're a part of my life,
but I've made you so small.

So why don't I change?
Many tell me it's not wrong,
but by whose standard, dare I say?
You should be my guide.

My life is to simple, to easy, you see.
I lean every which way, but up.


incomplete or unpolished from winter 07(?)