I Am Thankful for War

I said farewell to 23, 
As I peeked into the fountain of youth, 
Flecks of the gleam in motions of a circular stream, 
That you know only comes from being naive, 
I wondered if my oceans were deep,
Or am I as shallow as I am hollow, 
Is this it? 
Is this me?
Change will come from… my capabilities?

Can I make The Change,
In a world that screams deranged?
And even if I made The Change,
Doubt will always fill this page, 
My proponents see me as the enemy yet to be engaged.