I try to forget what I am doing. . .
I try to get out of my own way. . .
Something new to try. . .
is always. . .
here.
The mirror of a soul
it is there for all to see. . . Where is it?
Will you see it?
Will you even look?
If given the opportunity
will I take it?
Will my battery be
charged?
Are we ready, yet?
Will I skim the surface or
will I go to the depths?
Will I be willing to forget the name of What I see?*
* inspired from reading this:
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