i look back and i see the shadow of what used to be,
and if i look forward i see all the different versions of me.
as the night sky changes, time freezes.
past me and my music tastes,
past me and my vocabulary.
little things remind me of what is different
and what is not.
above all, they show growth.
deep down, nothing truly changes;
the roots are buried and there to stay.
with experiences, their weight shifts.
in all the whirlwind of life,
time may stop for memories
to come back, to be revived and relived.
things that once held my heart and clouded my head,
all buried in the ground; visible once peeled
beneath layers upon layers
of the created self.
once the playing field changes,
a new beginning looks down
toward the roots
all that was, resurfaces.
the ants and the weeds
all float up to the ground in plain sight
showing what life was once like.
past capabilities and personality unfolds.
after every changing moment,
the self makes room for a different version of that,
an altered version
all connected by one growing seed
and its massive rooting system.