Nobody can ever stay the same,
nor can they hold a permanent point of view.
Some words echo memories of the old pain -
but now you're somebody totally new.

You can put the same pen in your hand,
and reuse the same crinkled paper,
but the emotions that once inspired you before -
are now remnants of a young person's anger.

Stare hesitantly at the blank page,
and dare yourself to consider,
all of those years ago you wrote,
when it was safe for your ego to surrender.

It's too tedious to compare,
the you from much simpler times.
When you could take everything for...