Pagan

OK, I confess, it’s been me all along, It was I who did all the crime, I am the serial killer of me, Of murdering me every time, The moon’s in bloom in its beautiful cycle, I stood by the fire on the beach, It was I who stood with both feet in the water, Rebirthing myself with a speech, And throwing away the last month of myself, Rejuvenating the me inside me, And listening to the water, earth, wind and fire, Cleansing my soul to be free, Yep, I am the one who kills every month, Empties the soul that I had, And replaces with a new, healthier me, I’m a spiritual pagan nomad.