UNABASHED

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Maybe
We are all
Fragments of old souls
Floating around in this world
Like fireflies
Or stars just the same
Trying to hold on to something
Anything we can latch on to
Purposelessly
Reliving their identities
Fooling ourselves
About trying to discover our own

Old souls in young bodies
Young souls in old
Living paradoxes
Struggling to identify with ourselves

These lives have been lived before
And maybe that is the dark abyss
In our heart of hearts
That secret we are afraid of telling even ourselves
These are old lives
Not our own
Allocated randomly to us

Maybe
All we are here to do
Is just find that one old soul
We are the closest to
And live that life out again
Fuller
Crazier
Unafraid
Unabashed.