Spiritual Recall
Ageless in confession
Above my fear’s greed
It prays for me to falter
And forget what I believe
Life was once a symbol
A tool for self-reclaim
For honest independence
But then began this game
A world that was for taking
Advantage of the true
Through bitter, lost denials
A rebellion then ensued
Pain became infection
Never again a sign
Instead of overcoming
We chose vengeance and design
But though these things run rampant
Life is still a tool
To understand our failures
We will only find more truths
Ageless in this wisdom
Beneath my highest form
And between opposing forces
I will remember where I’m from
Copyright © Ian Petch | Year Posted 2009
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