Present Selves

We are nothing more than our present selves
Our previous selves have been read, shared, filed and placed back on the shelves
Time and chance the indiscriminate drums
Harshly drag us to the ends of the spectrum
New leaves one day
We're green and bold
The next we're broken, trampled, and dulled
Never-the-less one day were green
In a sliver of time a lot can be seen

Author's Note

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