The I of yesterday with the experience of today
Becomes the evolved I of tomorrow,
But for the old me who’s gone forever,
I do not grieve or sorrow.
And the new me which has been birthed by the old
Shall constantly change and strive-
Celebrate the death of the old,
To justify being alive!
So don’t impose the rigidity of straitjacketed thought
On my mind which is speeding past the I —
Which now I am not!