I’m bringing my baggage here from another time.
My personality follows me around.
Well problems, they don’t go away.
They stay until they I look them in the face.
If I don’t face them they grind me into the ground again.
I know that this fear - it isn’t real.
Its created in the mind.
I know that this flesh isn’t the same
- it just changes over time. Eternal
My body’s born it grows it dies I just observe.
My attachments make life seem like a roller coaster ride.
Life’s filled with lessons will I pass?
If not I’ll wear another mask
and take some birth, assign some worth to my so-called self again.
And I’ll never not exist. I can’t get too attached.
I know I’m just a passenger