A Version Update

A poem about ourselves

Like a building that’s rebuilt, Or a snake shedding its skin, Is this a new version of it? A restart? A re-begin?

They say it’s like a sailor’s boat, Old and ageing, but adored. So every year they replace each plank, Leaving a new boat where it’s moored.

Does that mean it is not itself? An entirely new being in place? With no inch of it’s body at all the same, A whole new look on it’s face.

Same for us, as we evolve, Hair growing, cells dying, it’s true. Are we who we were back then? Or is this us now, completely anew?

Perhaps it’s much simpler than that, An answer not fluid but real. Infinite versions of us lie within, And our life is who we choose to reveal.