what i once thought was strange
no longer is
i have judged
and been judged
i have pointed a twisted finger
exclaiming names and titles
there were places i believed i would never go
things i wouldn't say
yet somehow in this aging
this path of getting wiser
i have put my foot down
in the forbidden lands
of my own judgements
i find this peculiar
that in our own fluidity
we become or entertain things
which were once
so heavily weighted with commentary
covering us like confetti
so we are never done changing
and have the possibility
of being
the one
we have once pointed at
with our inwardly twisted fingers