Like the sea it ebbs and flows

Collecting wisdom from its shore

Evolving across time it grows

The concept of you at its core

Spirits of your past contain

A mirror reflective of what was

Whispering thoughts they sustain

Directing you with cause

Flush are your senses

Stimulated by present tides

You see through tinted lenses

That which catches your eyes

Me and my-self

The past and the present

Distinct yet in everlasting flux

One the wave and the other the current