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my days
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.
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.
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