Discovery
The question of “what am I doing?” resonates in my empty noggin
And an answer is never thrown back
Only more questions
Are set free on to me
Doubts, second guesses, negative thoughts
Worrisome regrets and guilt
Attempting to see how I feel after the bomb dropped and left me scorched and nearly dead
My attitude towards it have changed
I didn’t want it to
But the explosion has made my vision of the truth I once held dear too blurry
No, no nothing has changed only my place of input
It is still true
But is it right?
Is this where I should be?
The skepticism marches in
I thought so last time
I was naïve and blinded by emotion
But are emotions what drive me?
What makes me human?
Why am I using logic now?
Because I’ve been hurt
No, no, no I won’t let the mushroom cloud shroud and elude my feelings
Ah, but look backing during the final stage I was tormented night and day
Okay so logic is good
As is emotion
Emotional logic?
Logical emotion?
If the logic makes me feel confident in my feelings and if my feelings appear to make rock solid sense then all is well
Nostalgia, shame and all that from before now gone
But they’ll come back like always
But now I have tools to fight them
You need the fight; it keeps you aware and always going
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