Sometimes struggle
strives for solution,
with desire
for a subconscious revolution

So quietly
a sea of ambition builds,
flooding doorways
and crashing through window sills

Realization sets in
that things need revision,
changed by thoughtful
discipline and precision

It’s now clear
situations will be different,
not always better,
but more emotionally efficient

With time
instinct seeks balance
for good reason,
an adaptation
like the transition
through each season

A hidden cognition
that fights toward serenity,
as we live for ourselves
to keep pure our identity