The grass greens itself
As I sleep my weary sleep.

Darkness bathes in darkness,
My feet walk the cobbled streets.
I see the world new every day.

My hands hold experience,
As I sit and gaze at life becoming life.

I hear words and they become me
I feel
They hurt,
They heal.

I am what I am,
Who I was ,
Want to be
And who others make me.

Living for a lifetime of tomorrows,
I continue on.
Yesterday's gone.