Written by Jacob Ibrag
You really think we’re born with a clean slate?
I won’t argue, just define that word for me please.
We come carrying baggage of all the lives our souls
have ever touched in the past. We bare it all, our backs
curling over from the weight. Then it happens again, like
a bad dream that won’t end. A beginning all too familiar.
Opportunity. It’s a chance to rise above the six feet we’ve
placed ourselves under time and time again. You can either
roll around in your grave as the world forever rotates or
accept this simple reality. This will be your thirteen chance,
you’ve been avoiding it. The shovel you reap marrying the
mass of all the choices you’ve ever made. Dig towards
salvation or sleep again till you next wake.