Not sure.
I feel mid-change, if that make sense,
as though what was will never be,
and all that still remain to come,
is not as was once planned for me.
I'm not sure if I'll be a moth,
or butterfly beyond said change,
all that I know, yet do not know,
is presently I feel so strange,
not strange as in a strange-strange way,
but rather in an unsure view,
I know I know I make no sense,
though wonder if I ever do?
I hoped an ace, but had a deuce,
are all my strings becoming loose?