You see life is a cycle

A pointless cycle maybe 

But that’s only if you look at it as that and nothing more

The trials and tribulations, the friends, the enemy’s all the choices we make

That’s brings meaning to the meaningless

And I 

I’ve lived a life I couldn’t control

Who or what I was

What I wanted, or thought I wanted

All out of my control

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“What will you do after?” asks my white haired self,

She’d been passively observing everything as they unfolded,

“It’s true that everything that has ever happened and ever will happen is destined to repeat,

But that’s not what my journey was ever about,

After you’ve fully returned to me and I gain access to all my memories, 

I’m releasing them,

I don’t know where they’ll go, but humans weren’t meant to be a collective, 

We are species that value individuality more than anything else,

I already have my few memories of being Kage,

My memories of me being me and not anyone else….”

“…..” myself, she does not reply instead nodding before disappearing, and becoming definitively me.

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I feel a rush as all the positive and happy memories flow through me

No,

I shouldn’t even call them memories

Souls

The souls of all that had come before and all that I’ve interacted with,

Everything becomes clear

I see all

I know all

And I am all

It’s ironic that even though I plan on releasing all these soul

I may probably never forget any of these memories now,

(So much for being just Kage)

But it’s what I chose

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I wonder how you would describe this?

Is this sad?

Maybe happy?

Or is it anticlimactic?

Anyway you look at it I don’t mind

Because I chose it to be this way

I choose to let things repeat

I choose to let people die

I choose that because even when people die people live

I choose it because amidst all the bad and the trauma what we remember are the small moments that were genuine 

The moments that make a bad story slightly below average

Haha~

Or an average tale good

I choose to let life continues on as it intends

I choose to embrace the dark while dancing in the light.

All the history, lore, truths to me was never the point, it is and was always about these moments the times where I decide things for myself, on what truly affects me.

Because…..

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Listen to this:

Dance , dance, Bathe in the sunshine

She gives you warmth she burns your eyes

You’ll get older and she’ll still be there

Burning when you sleep

Burning when you stare

Run around her as many times as you like

She’ll keep on shining her glorious light

And if you’d circle a thousand times

Nothing would change except the wrinkles on your face

Fall asleep

Sleep forever

She doesn’t care, her light it stays,

Your friends will cry but soon they’ll join

Sun in the sky has seen you come and gone

She’s seen you go

Your mother and hers and hers and hers

She’s seen the beginning the very first

With every run you make around her,

Lights get hotter age older

She plays a song you cannot hear

A rhythm of fire melody of light.

She’s heard your songs they come and go

Some fast some of tempo slow,

So dance, dance, dance in her glory

While your songs are in sync and you still have a story,

From bird to fish to ape and whale, they all play a tune

All have a tale

A song of life it never goes away

What’s your song?

Have you heard it?

Played it?

Just make sure don’t ever waste it,

You’ll hear it begin but not when it ends

But does it ever end?

This is poem but not really

I call it Eternal Requiem.

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(What do you think?)

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