There's an idea that we'll become many different people in this lifetime
One day you're someone that you despise
That you're ashamed you turned into
And the next day you're proud of the person who's in the mirror
There's another idea
Perhaps a better idea
That we become like what we contemplate
And wе fall in love with what we gaze at constantly
So thе question becomes
What or who are you constantly gazing at?
What are you contemplating?
I think I really love the people we're becoming
And I hate the people we became