Evolution Of Self Poem

Everyday, I born anew,
Everyday, is a start afresh,
The older parts of ‘’myself” are shed,
The newer ones are born in lieu,

The essence of my breed lurks,
Between extremities undefined,
Good and evil are always there,
The harmony? or what you choose perks,

Evolution of soul is a perpetual enterprise,
Since forever, man is transitory,
Sometimes elevating, at others falling,
This vacillation is by all means a surprise,

For what you choose and wish to be,
Is not always what you eventually become,
The seed of “self “may not follow the sun,
And may grow freely, where its in glee..

IQRA.