Rebirth

Mastery of the mind

A solution, yet to find.

Creation of the soul

Mining takes a toll.

Bleeding through the body

Energetically, a copy.

Crying through the spirit

Deciding whether to fear it.

They say there is an enemy

Commanding from us a penalty.

I found it didn't exist

This enemy with fists.

An imaginary foe was he

To escape the inner me.

Everyday I remind myself

To remove me from the shelf.

I have a habit of putting me to the side

In order to avoid the fight.

And it's not that I'm afraid of her

It's growth I try to deter.

With growth there's transformation

Then death follows the formation.

It's happened so many times

You'd think I'd be used to what I find.

And yet I still have to remind myself

I don't merely belong on a fucking shelf.