Can you let it go.
All I drilled into my brain.
And if all goes to plan.
That I directed the path.
My own Path.
If fate is always there.
That is a mute point.
The director says the movie
is unknown.
That any direction leads
down that garden\'s truth.
To get it down to zeros and ones.
What was the thing that
lead me astray?
My own twisted emotions?
But a miscalculated
thought that all people
were alike.
Was I that muse I said
was guiding me all along?
Really a kind of anomaly.
Made me think
what ghosts haunt,
and cannot be seen.
Really blessed or damned
by a twist of a where you
put your attention.
Was calamity justified.
Thought I was robbed,
my heart of a beat
but I hid it all along.
The closer I am the farther I am.
All that I justify is that were not
all unique.
That the path was mine,
that the truth was one.
But I blame an invisible being.
For my reasoning.