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Evolve: a poem




For every one thing that changed

there are a hundred more that didn’t.

We change, people change

or do they really.

You ask me

who i was 5 years ago

i can assure you

it’s definitely not the person

i see in the mirror today.

And she will definitely not resemble

the one who’ll be looking back at me 5 years from now.

So is it change i see

or let me just hang a few lights to this word,

poke a few flowers,

make her prettier.

I like to call her evolution.

People evolve, my friend.

We grow from who we already are.

The path to the next 'You' makes sense

not when you blink at the results

but when you take the journey

up close and live it truly.

You then evolve.

You evolve

not from good to bad

or imperfect to perfect.

The measure is ‘better’.

But at what, is something you decide.

Get better at being kind

or get better at hurting people,

or get better at dealing with low points

or get better at escaping.

What do you want, my friend.

What do you want to get better at.

What do you want to evolve, if not change, to be.


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