The Change

I said farewell to 23
as I peeked into the fountain of youth,
flecks gleam in motions of a circular stream
that you know only comes from being naïve

I wonder 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?
if I even made The Change
doubt will always fill this page 

My proponents see me as the enemy yet to be engaged.