Is it just the human skin?
Or is it the character altogether?
Because each year,
In fact each day,
I find that I am growing more stupid along the way,
Each day, each minute,
I find myself to be a bit different, possibly better or so to say,
Each minute, each second,
The change in my thoughts are growing rampant,
Each second, each moment,
Despite being the same,
The very same,
I realize I couldn’t have changed more,
Like my perceptions,
Like my reflections,
Like my age,
Like my skin.
P.S. Wrote this honoring the fact that the human skin gets completely changed around 900 times during the average human lifespan.