As time flies by,
All past selfs die;
Beliefs and values wither away
Then it’s a new individual,
Something never seen before.
Others adapt to
That new self, but it changes.
Yet again, transformed into another.
It keeps on going, this process,
Till it’s filled with nothingness.
With nothing to change and nothing to improve.
Slowly, that inner self is embraced
In all it’s rawness.
This, but, is not for others to see
But for the one within.
