Things Change, People Change, Everything Changes
I am not the person, I once was.
I won’t be the person, I am today.
Change so often, I am a chameleon.
Change not at all, I am the tail of a dog.
Confusing constant change,
Convoluted personalities,
Twisted hearts and thorns,
Are so very common in the game that is life.
Sometimes I wonder ,
What would have happened
Had I not met you.
Would my pace of change have changed?
Would my change have differed?
In another life
We pass by each other
Unknown, unmet, silent strangers.
Each’s path travels alone,
Change ever so constant.
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