barnacled soul

changing and ever changing,
here i am all new and fresh,
i can barely remember who i was,
i feel so light someday,
and so delirious at any others,
always trying to make my day worthy,
and found out that i wasted them by waiting,
by the time i go off with a tight heart and a goldfish pout,
only did i realise that indeed, i am patient, too patient for this.

how i wish i just spit it on your face and get over with it,
but i can't.
it's just not me, perhaps for the barnacle soul i have,
i rather hide in my shell, stick to the rock, wait and be all delirious.