The well known phrase, "To thine own self be true", is remembered once again, as I delve back into the murky mire of deliberate self-discovery. Albeit, partially in vain; what, with the "veil" still covering and all......
And I take "the plunge" into the familiar chilly pool of yesterdays' forgotten youth; kept frigid by eerie icebergs of mornings forgotten that line the waters I intend to carve discovery, nay remembrance through.
And all that is still good within me rises in silent applause as I near a forgotten throne.
Desperation pleading its gnawing case, driving me to touch a scepter recollection hath all but lost.
And I near.....
And something stirs...
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