Change

I feel like there’s a war on
And I am the anonymous one
Armed with mind, but on the sidelines
Stuck in a traffic jam of my design.
Those who would be
My potential enemy
They don’t mind my absent threat
And theirs too, thus, I needn’t fret.
A different kind of war, without the sword’s might
This, the kind I might could fight
But I within these basement walls
Defeat myself, my purpose stalled.
This is how I feel.
As I run and get nowhere on my treadmill.
And ask, how can my mind I rearrange?
Nothing can I do, I fear, save change.