Meta

She scoffs of how she’s heard this all

And I cry, for I know this is true

I am only part of a cycle

Yet it’s empowering

All of us are immortal

Albeit irreplaceable and not unique

Yet with each round of existence

We each can bring something new to the story

That’s what life is for

The spinster of stories gives us new additions

My name was different last time

As was yours

My eyes may have been dark brown instead of hazel

I would have preferred that

But it isn’t up to me

Life is not of me

I’m a shell- but I’m cognizant

Aware

It’s all but a story

Existence is simply Meta