If nothing really changes

I eagerly waited for my world to change
sometimes with hope, often praying for it.
I wanted it to be more colourful
with lots of lovely patterns drawn .
I wished it would be less suffocating
and more open for me to breathe .
I searched every nook and corner
for that elusive sense of blissful serenity.
I desired myself to be surrounded
by the warmth and assurance of love.
I tried very hard to experience within
the golden touch of abundant joy.
Nothing happened , as everything remained
the same inspite of my fervent wishes.
Then I decided , if nothing really changes,
I have to change myself, the fault lies in me.