WANT OF CHANGE

Lo and behold I live in times

which I practically chose but figuratively didn't.

My days were my choice, but my circumstances weren't.

My life wasn't my choice but proceeding is mine.

At this moment everything around me looks cold to inhale

Wanting for warmth to exhale.

Attributions could be made to people, prestige, power, penance etc,

only to realise none of it is within my influential province. 

Change is eternal and to have its outlook,

supernal is a mind thinking formal.

But in thought can all change be practically supernal or 

is that a playful urge between logic and liking works governors?

This mystery is what tends to make a change so dubious,

that makes the mind swirl obvious.

There was a change in the past and there is a want of change,

in the present and the future will be with a change.

Likely in the battle of want of change and the present,

behold I see to hope for the future crescent.