You always keep growing, changing.
Some can look on that cynically,
as you have nothing to hold on to,
or as, you have no roots that stay.
Can you ever know...
can you ever know
another?
Can you ever know your self
when you keep growing, changing?
But I think it's something quite
miraculous,
Something not just to
behold.
It's Life.
It's Living,
growing, changing.
