who I am today

Go with the flow, ride the waves, go under, then surface.

One of these days I will run out of steam,
this engine retired, rusted. Until then,
i chug along a thoroughfare,
a complete metamorphisis.

Who is this restless butterfly?

I certainly do not recognize the face.
Silly me! It is me!
New dawn, miles away from long ago,
I reappear and say welcome.

Poetry

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