All tickets are one way really
Even if you come back you’ve been changed
When you say you aren’t the same
It’s because you’re constantly dying and being reborn
There’s your scary death
But instead of accepting yourself
You scramble to rebuild who you were
From the pieces that are left
Some are left
And you never feel whole
Fighting change
I get it
Everything in the world is fighting
to achieve equilibrium
After being created to disturb it

 Scarlet Monk