Ever

I'm not the same I was yesterday,
I'm not the same I will be tomorrow,
Moods will change, misery to joy to perplexion to sorrow,
But one thing's sure, my writings will come,
And to read them I hope, your eyes I can borrow,
If they stop, I'm dead or is my life,
Still I may rise again who knows, in some distant morrow?
But I'm not the same I was yesterday,
And I'm not the same I will be tomorrow.