What Happens Next
Search for Self: Unveiling Transformations in 'What Happens Next'
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I’m looking for a place like home
I am searching for a place that feels like home.
Someone who I used to know
Looking for someone from my past, someone I used to know.
I'm calling you yet once again
Attempting to reach out to you once again.
But you've become another man
Realizing that you have changed into a different person.
Someone else
Emphasizing the transformation into someone unrecognizable.
You've become another man
Reiterating the idea that the person has become someone else.
Someone else
Continuing to express the transformation into another identity.
In seeking fragments of myself
Searching for fragments of one's own identity.
That voice, that glance, that silhouette
Discovering elements like a voice, glance, and silhouette.
I found the truth that I cannot accept
Confronting a truth that is difficult to accept.
…We’ll never be the same
Acknowledging that things will never be the same.
Yet I’m in search of your trails
Continuing the search for traces of the other person.
They’re almost gone after days
Noticing that these traces are fading over time.
It feels like sailing on the boat
Comparing the situation to sailing on a boat.
That changes itself on the go
Highlighting the constant changes in the journey.
What happens next when we replace
Pondering what happens when we replace the last percent of ourselves.
The last percent of ourselves?
The last percent
Repeating the idea of the last percent.
The last percent
Emphasizing the significance of the final percentage.
Every second that has passed
Reflecting on every second that has passed.
New thoughts erase the past and hence
Noting that new thoughts replace the past.
What happens next when we replace
Questioning the consequences of replacing the last percent of ourselves.
The last percent of ourselves
Yet I’m in search of your trails
Continuing the quest for traces of the other person.
They’re almost gone after days
Observing the diminishing presence of these traces.
It feels like sailing on the boat
Comparing the experience to sailing on a transformative journey.
That changes itself on the go
Highlighting the ever-changing nature of the journey.
What happens next when we replace
Raising the question again about the consequences of replacing the last percent of ourselves.
The last percent of ourselves?
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