I don’t know what any of my words mean, so can anyone help me?
I ask for forgiveness, yet, I feel, I am asking myself to forgive me.
It may or not be of any consequence,
what I am about to do, I mean.
I sat down with my heart,
a visual memory.
Yet, if one were to think about it further
are we not [factually] enslaved to our hearts?
I felt a presence, yet how can I know?
Words fail me;that which I do not know
A torn correspondence –
I do not know.
‘… I sat staring into my inward soul… and yet…’
‘Yet what?’ – His freind inquired.
‘I do not know for certain;say, do you believe in reincarnation?’ – He answered awkwardly.
‘I never, in all honesty, gave it a second thought.’
I-I feel stupid saying this, I think I have been here before… ‘
‘ I can’t lie, I am a bit shocked, but as they say, each to their own and all that… ‘
… Many years have passed since that conversation, yet still some far flung memories remain. He, still, to this day, remembers their communication quite clearly. – Now he knows why.
If I were to be separated by a stanza, would the world care?
That which is aforementioned above is clearly a question brought forth by inexperience of life.
That is not an arrogant statement
I need a break from my mundane insanity.
Why, my friend, do you not replace that which you consider ‘ordinary’ with that which is ‘complex?’
The truth of the matter is that I simply do not know the difference.
Pray tell, do you believe your purported insanity is due to you (or any other for that matter) living a life which you consider mundane?