and yet, human as i am, am not freed from the curse of reminiscenc: endless reminiscences,
i have been seeking death but found life.
i have sought wisdom, but saw meaning from my own emptiness.
soaring from one downtrodden life to a lifeless slumber, i saw none that should be seen as a difference.
but here i am, broken, bruised, but have, through a twist of fate and destiny, beamed a most maleficent smile.
now, i ask, who might you again be? for i myself am none the wiser, not even of the knowledge
of who i am slowly becoming. wake me up. wake me up.
for what i have long feared is at present an intimidation. seek, seek, seek
and yet, what i search i know not.
"fly", i heard. but have i not wings. but the soul sparks and flies, and yet the body it cannot leave. should that happen, in winter shall the temporal be.
