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.

  …..

  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

  …..

  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

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  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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