It’s another transubstantiation,
I’ve deviated from my current mission.
What the hell is going on?
My old inclinations are gone.
Casting off the shadows of yesteryear,
Without knowing what to hold dear,
Everything seems so different,
My mind is blurred and errant.
I’m a doppelganger of my former self,
My old thoughts are put on the shelf.
In the future they’ll again be deliberated,
But never will they be vindicated.
Looking back it seems clear,
My past values were so mere.
My opinion was immature,
Every spoken word impure.
Know thyself? Oh, Socrates!
Your advice is just a tease,
A goal which cannot be hit,
As my self is a moving target.
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