We all start out smaller
Perhaps BEcause it is all we can manage
And we grow bigger
As we come to BE able to manage a bit more.
Bigger isn't necessarily better or more
Or even any sort of improvement on our original self
It's just the way Time does things
And our real selves don't disappear
BEcome dust that flies away
Those smaller BEfore selves
They just find a pocket inside to ride along in.
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