I am and I was.

I came across a fallen tree...

Tomorrow,
I will not be me.
I will wear a new face,
With new eyes to see new things,
and a new mouth to taste new words.

I will walk new paths,
With new trees,
And new birds.

I'll see old faces,
And think "Not today."
Because today, just like everyday:
I am new.

The End

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