as i wake up
every morning
i am a new me.
the bedsheets of yesterday are peeled off
and i am different.
i am the same
but i have changed.
the perceptions of the day ahead
are new
are pure
are not tainted as yesterday's
and i have changed
but am still the same

as i walk to school
i view the world around me
i am a tourist
i am a local
i am walking just
the same
as yesterday
but
i have changed
yet i am the same.

as i am greeted by humans
i answer
with my
yes, i'm good thanks
yet each time this is repeated
is has a different meaning
and as i stare at these faces
these faces
they are different
they are not the same faces as yesterday
yet they have not changed a bit
they have died and been reborn in the night
yet they have NOT changed

and as i sit
on
the chair
i sit
and think new thoughts
yet they are old
i know myself too well
i have heard these thoughts too many times before
i am bored
with this girl
yet am i not myself?
are i not a new creation?
my filthy eyes of yesterday have
been swiped clean with a
hand
and
i know i have changed

as i take my walk home from school
i become dirty
filthy
am i the same as this morning? when i awoke in bed? clean?
have i died and been reborn?
has this flesh been corroded
with the filth
of others?
other perceptions?
crowded opinions?

i spend my afternoon
doing whatever this new me does
and i know
this is the last day
of me

my last day

and as i fall unto my deep bed
my bed
this bed
my sheets
i say goodbye to me
because i know
tomorrow
i would have changed
with clean sheets
my thoughts wiped fresh
my skin placed layer on layer

and as i lye there
i die
only to be reborn
on wednesday morning

.