Most times Sundays are about recollecting what went by this week and though I want to do that in a later post. I felt the need to write today about the changing self though we are obsessed at times to remain the way we are, we value change, we like to know it is a possibility, we like to know that it is constantly happening and sometimes we simply learn to loathe it. And though we are fearful and loving of the same quality we possess, we learn to live with it. And hence today is about changing self and changing time, it was well said "We must be the change we want to see in the world" and I believe we must live the change we want to see in ourselves
The Changing Self
Sometimes I fear we have changed too much,
We have come a long way and yet somehow lost touch.
We have become the very best of us and yet we have changed,
And in redefining ourselves we have too hard at what remains
We have cheated time, we have come far from ourselves,
We are every bit as real as reality can be , while life feels like fiction and in fiction we dwell
We have rowed our boat for long and far,
We have changed the tides of time, and sometimes we are simply looking for who we are.
Begin again with me when all is quiet outside,
When you can hear yourself breathe faster with every stride
When the restless mind of yours finds meaning in places it pays heed,
Find comfort in the fact that a warm hug and a smile maybe all that you need
The changing self comes and goes, it fades atop mountains and hills,
And yet comes back like echoes that resonate on their own and their own free will.
The Changing Self
Sometimes I fear we have changed too much,
We have come a long way and yet somehow lost touch.
We have become the very best of us and yet we have changed,
And in redefining ourselves we have too hard at what remains
We have cheated time, we have come far from ourselves,
We are every bit as real as reality can be , while life feels like fiction and in fiction we dwell
We have rowed our boat for long and far,
We have changed the tides of time, and sometimes we are simply looking for who we are.
Begin again with me when all is quiet outside,
When you can hear yourself breathe faster with every stride
When the restless mind of yours finds meaning in places it pays heed,
Find comfort in the fact that a warm hug and a smile maybe all that you need
The changing self comes and goes, it fades atop mountains and hills,
And yet comes back like echoes that resonate on their own and their own free will.
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