It’s always the same for me, waking up
with intelligence and ability --
no memory -- and the future breaking up
while humanity decides boundary.
I fret from wars within me and without,
all because I forgot from whence I came;
mistrusting God because He allows doubt,
the answers and the questions seem the same.
And yet, I have this sense of deja vu,
at times when all of this illusion melts,
that I have always known what I shall do
and then attempted to do something else,
maintaining some sense of nobility
through exercise of this agility.
 
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