Don'T Worry Be Happy and Other Myths
The reinvention of a lost soul
A task bestowed onto me
With the guilt of another life
This seems a truth
Of my surrealist endeavours
To decipher the undecipherable
The thoughts that drifts in through gaps
I don't want to taste what was repented
Another's sin, not mine
I've lived long enough to see
I'm this lifetime, started at birth
Not before
A soul washed clean, with echoes of doubt
I carry the burden of guilt and shame
From elsewhere
I hope that's the truth
And my memory isn't playing tricks on me
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2023
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