If you try hard enough to change,
Chances are,
You'll forget who you are,
A rinse and repeat,
redundant cycle,
wrinkles and fades,
this youthful skin,
Repressed memories,
fade like vibrant colors,
gradually dirtied,
and thrown away,
Replaced with a different material,
from a distant land
soon to be stained,
By a heartfelt gesture,
a tearful good bye,
irrational thoughts turned to action,
Through it all,
Would you even remember,
If you were the same person,
Because how i see it
You didn't change at all.
