If experience makes us who we are;
Then I am the death of a three year old child,
I am teenage years gone wild,
I am the growth in a loved ones brain,
I am mistakes made again and again,
I am the knife-edge that chiselled so deep,
I am the faith that took such a leap,
I am the drugs that infested my soul,
I am the clinging of an unreached goal,
I am the logic possessing my mind,
I am the people that got left behind,
I am the father too laid back to care,
I am the noose in humanity's snare,
I am the arrogance I had to learn,
I am the wisdom that continues to burn,
I am the love that sliced through my spine,
I am the energy that lost itself in time,
I am the preserving distance I keep,
I am the memories that infiltrate my sleep,
I am the surprise of awakened feeling,
I am the karma that halts its meaning,
I am my open eyes,
Ignorance gone rotten,
But I’m also the good times so easily forgotten
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