reflections of a past life
A vision or two
I had just yesterday,
A vision of empire
And small mice,
A hidden message
Of war and guilt
And sadness came too,
In this vision
Was very lost within,
A random trial
Came before me
And I seemed to fail,
Yes failed I did
Multiple times,
Again and again,
Yet I never gave up,
I stayed in the vision,
Trying another time
And seeking forgiveness,
For the vision
Was terror locked
Within me solid,
But I'm free of it now,
And goodness I seek,
For the rising waves
Are inside to shake,
Never give in to hate
Or greed, never let go
Of love and peace,
This is what I learned
Within my reflections,
Of a past life I knew
Was never going to be!
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