We all are nothing but an another version of ours,

Churning, chopping, wasn't easy for all.

Attaching a new, moulding bit harder, was certainly tough for all.

Putting on a new attire, creating a new facade, was toughest for a few.

But the most painful is certainly reign at the top of all this,

That is the loss of the person once you were,

Loss of that happy, rooted soul, once you were.