Saturday, September 24, 2011

An epiphany
Simple naivity

I lost myself
I saved my life

I never surmised
Myself, self-despised

In order to fulfill my goal
I had become what I hated
I nearly lost my soul
For the meanwhile the new self is abated
Even though it makes no sense I truly wish
To become the same boy that I was before this
I always felt the way I was becoming was amiss
The boy was always tugging at my conscience
Like a child attaining attention from its cold parents

I won't ignore him any more
This is in order to avoid becoming something I abhor
Goodbye Michael,
This is where I close the door,
I no longer need to settle a score
I found something more

Non omnis moriar

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