You felt them like plates moving

Change is afoot.
I feel like I'm the path over which it walks, stumbles, runs.
And now my essence is changing.
I'm becoming so much more than just an avenue.
I refuse to let myself fall into my own ditches, full of brown and turgid water and muck.

So I will stand indomitable.
I will resist the resistance to evolution that I've felt so keenly.
I will look to the corners of the physical world in my mind's eye and I will find beauty instead of unhappiness.
Contentment instead of confinement.

And all will grow and blossom and wilt and die.
Only to begin again with me being the change and now loving my path for I was once where it is now.