This time around I know much more than I did before, although the same mistakes keep slipping me up on the floor.
Maybe the scarab was right that I\'ve lost the belief in my own magic, to find more than just words but the imagination to back it.
Seeing thoughts that lead me to wishing moments I should of resolved, would still happen as no new angel could dissolve.
Maybe my next lesson is to forget all that I have written, then begin again with the greater spirits intention.
Enjoy the gift of life that I keep on getting given, to rise each morning regardless of nothing