Manifestations of our shifting perspective
Gathering data along the way
Changing priorities like
Clothes with the turning leaves
Nomadic shape shifters
Moving through time
To parts known and unknown
I will never be who I was
I can not know who I will become
Until one day
All that is left
Is a memory
In the minds of
Others
Flickering
As it too
Fades into
Eternity
Written to "The wanderer" by Max Richter
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