Changes

It is here that I sat, with my hat on my lap, Praying for time to let me go back, For then, I knew what I had, That gave my life much meaning, with unyielding thoughts, and countless doubts, I sit comfortably still just waiting, never to move, or to sir, I keep on in my head debating, whether tis nobler to stay, or to simply waste my life complaining, I guess I should sit, and think for a bit, if I should make some changes.