I empty myself of the names of others. I empty my pockets.
I empty my shoes and leave them beside the road.
At night I turn back the clocks;
I open the family album and look at myself as a boy.
What good does it do? The hours have done their job.
I say my own name. I say goodbye.
The words follow each other downwind.
I love my wife but send her away.
My parents rise out of their thrones
into the milky rooms of clouds. How can I sing?
Time tells me what I am. I change and I am the same.
I empty myself of my life and my life remains.
Time, and how you use it, is the ultimate decider in determining how you are perceived by the world. 
 
 As time goes on we dramatically change, both physically and mentally. However, even though all of our cells replace themselves in the time span of seven years, we still remain the same human being. Whether it be because of the name the have, the way we look, or the way we think, there will always be something that remains the same.
The Remains