It Lives On

When we talk belonging,

it will never be selfless,

but one that has adapted.


Just as with jeans.

who knew a then uniform,

led a movement,

and later became a design.


Its history,

is written and rewritten.


What was over,

is never gone.

It built walls,

then roofs overhead.


Never settle.


Just before the hairs turn grey,

make a door,

and more.


Everything deserves a beyond.

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