Poetry

Changing, shifting, like the seasons of the year
Forever fluid, to never still, I fear
And for past days, past yous, shed no tear
All that's real is now and here.

Two spirits or more within my mind
Every time I look, there's more to find
Someone careless, someone kind
The river of mes does onward wind

None steps in the same river twice
But if you take my strong advice
Make your river somewhat nice
Or you may roll 'one' on life's dice

I don new clothes every day
Wish I could shapeshift the same way
Don't hold me to what I say,
If I said it yesterday
It was not me then anyway.

This whole time I speak of flux
Who is this 'I'?
Someone surely speaks of change
Someone needs to break my chains.