Change.

Every time when I reflect,

There was so much laid in neglect,

For selfish reasons I became blind,

In the land of another kind.

All I wanted was to try,

Everything I will never again find,

But because I didn't journey alone,

I should have considered more the interests of others.

When I look back,

I feel a glutton,

Greedy, selfish,

Insistent, maybe stubborn.

When I look back,

So many things done wrong,

If only complaints were in hide,

And I've let go of all pride.

When I look back,

I feel much childish,

With culture misfit,

It turns me reddish,

To think that the elders,

Might have seen me rude.

But amidst all this, 

If I reshift focus,

It seems that it was,

A really good exchange,

It also opened my eyes to change.

May I be different every day since,

To be better,

Even in places strange;

May I change.