Me, past tense

I’m the rock, the paper, the scissors
I’m from the bottle and the bag
I’m from the dumpsters on the corner
I’m the brain child of your leaders
I’m from the Gardens down in Eden
I’m the ghost of my future self
I’m from the rain in your black eyes
I’m the apple that’s fallen far
I’m from the song that never ends and the kids who don’t belong.