“The Same”

A shirt fresh and new,
now worn but still blue.

The color, faded,
and the style, dated.

The perpetrator, Time,
committing a habitual crime.

I will still be
but not the same me.

I still have my name
but I’m not the same.

And my shirt still fits,
even with all the rips.

We are different
and we are the same.

And I don’t ….

Can nothing stay?
Does it all go away…

Was I never me?
Am I always who I am meant to be?

I don’t know anymore.

Is this fate,
am I just bait?

I don’t know anymore.

Photo by Akira Hojo on Unsplash

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