POETRY: Stuck Being a Dummy

What does it mean to change?
Are there infinite choices?
And I cannot explain
Why there are no more voices?
From child to child to older child
Is your brain growing at this rate?
I want my child to be wild
I want my child to already make mistakes
Am I different than what I had been?
Time makes its own rules
And for change I ascend
Time is cruel
I was younger and still what I am
Change is the crux of discernment
Should I hate myself, scram?
No, I think I should smile, I've earned it
I know that what I think is silly
Cheers to thinking it with me
I'm a dummy