Every Footprint a Grave {old}

Years old poem

Every Footprint a Grave

by xAshRx

Every footprint is a grave
Every thought is another person
You replace the wheels of a car
Motor, gears, transmission, every piece
Is it still the same car?
Are we still the same people?
We feel as.there's a million people in our heads
Maybe there really are
Some echoes of the dying
Reciting word of mouth tales of the death
And some, zygotes
Waiting to be born
Dissolve et coagula cell by cell
Death by birth by death
Each sentient sentiment sediment
Short lifespans of instant gratifiers
The one who deals with the consequences
Is never the one who set things in motion
I woke up today with a thought
I'll go to bed with a different one
And never remember either
I give a moment of silence for every one of me forgotten

Who's gonna be walking around in my skin tomorrow?

Author's Note

Honest criticism appreciated