Movement

Funny how the world turns
You move away but things
Never change
This place remains the same
People change sometimes
Others are mirrors of their kin
If I ever thought I would be back
Would I have done things differently
Knowing more now than then
How could I have changed
I only knew little
Understanding now the inevitable
I feel as though
I was prepped for more
Outstanding may then be sub par
Many are called with purpose
I hope that
My purpose comes to full bloom
And that the fruition of that
Purpose comes hastily