An idea- poetry

When an idea presents,
It changes you,
A thought assimilated,
An event happend,
It changes you,
You are new,
You can't choose to go back,
See the unseen, undo what you did,
You have trespassed, unexplored territory,
You could either progress further,
Explore more, or you could
Choose to cover it with
Long sleeves, pretend nothing happened,
Ignore the bite,
Until one day it becomes a scar,
And hope the scar dissappears,
You might pull of the deceptive
Smile,
For a while, but you know,
That you know, or what you did,
what you said or what you hid,
The thing,
clearly consealed in the back
Of your head,
Lying dormant for years
Making you think it had
Left without a trace
has Changed you,
For better or for worse,
How big or small,
It has left it's mark
You are new.