What they say is true
You have to die a few times
before you really start living
I have lived long enough
to start seeing the patterns
in my thoughts and actions
almost as clearly as strata
in a canyon
I am not as unique as
I once thought
I am as human as you
I am as human as
everyone that has come before
Memories
Old pictures
Music from another time
These things at once part
of me and yet separate from
who I have become
How much younger we were
How much older we are now
Everything as it should be
Everything as we chose
