my life

My Days

 

 I’m trying to remember every day of my life

Even before I stopped believing in religion

And Santa Claus I have to start from the bottom

And work my way up.

It is a herculean task, so many days are hazy

I have to break through this fog to see

Decisions I took and understood why.

My insecurities have to be examined as

My tendency to volcanic anger and out way

And how my personality immerged to what

I’m today.

I want my days to be crystal clear like

An uncut diamond polished by time.

To do this, I must be ruthless and don’t find

Excuses and omission to be totally honest

May not be possible, but I will try. 

◄ what happen to ringss

the tremor ►

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