You see life is a cycle
A pointless cycle maybe
But that’s only if you look at it as that and nothing more
The trials and tribulations, the friends, the enemy’s all the choices we make
That’s brings meaning to the meaningless
And I
I’ve lived a life I couldn’t control
Who or what I was
What I wanted, or thought I wanted
All out of my control
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“What will you do after?” asks my white haired self,
She’d been passively observing everything as they unfolded,
“It’s true that everything that has ever happened and ever will happen is destined to repeat,
But that’s not what my journey was ever about,
After you’ve fully returned to me and I gain access to all my memories,
I’m releasing them,
I don’t know where they’ll go, but humans weren’t meant to be a collective,
We are species that value individuality more than anything else,
I already have my few memories of being Kage,
My memories of me being me and not anyone else….”
“…..” myself, she does not reply instead nodding before disappearing, and becoming definitively me.
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I feel a rush as all the positive and happy memories flow through me
No,
I shouldn’t even call them memories
Souls
The souls of all that had come before and all that I’ve interacted with,
Everything becomes clear
I see all
I know all
And I am all
It’s ironic that even though I plan on releasing all these soul
I may probably never forget any of these memories now,
(So much for being just Kage)
But it’s what I chose
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I wonder how you would describe this?
Is this sad?
Maybe happy?
Or is it anticlimactic?
Anyway you look at it I don’t mind
Because I chose it to be this way
I choose to let things repeat
I choose to let people die
I choose that because even when people die people live
I choose it because amidst all the bad and the trauma what we remember are the small moments that were genuine
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Or an average tale good
I choose to let life continues on as it intends
I choose to embrace the dark while dancing in the light.
All the history, lore, truths to me was never the point, it is and was always about these moments the times where I decide things for myself, on what truly affects me.
Because…..
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Listen to this:
Dance , dance, Bathe in the sunshine
She gives you warmth she burns your eyes
You’ll get older and she’ll still be there
Burning when you sleep
Burning when you stare
Run around her as many times as you like
She’ll keep on shining her glorious light
And if you’d circle a thousand times
Nothing would change except the wrinkles on your face
Fall asleep
Sleep forever
She doesn’t care, her light it stays,
Your friends will cry but soon they’ll join
Sun in the sky has seen you come and gone
She’s seen you go
Your mother and hers and hers and hers
She’s seen the beginning the very first
With every run you make around her,
Lights get hotter age older
She plays a song you cannot hear
A rhythm of fire melody of light.
She’s heard your songs they come and go
Some fast some of tempo slow,
So dance, dance, dance in her glory
While your songs are in sync and you still have a story,
From bird to fish to ape and whale, they all play a tune
All have a tale
A song of life it never goes away
What’s your song?
Have you heard it?
Played it?
Just make sure don’t ever waste it,
You’ll hear it begin but not when it ends
But does it ever end?
This is poem but not really
I call it Eternal Requiem.
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(What do you think?)
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