Its it a crime or rather a sin,
To wake up and feel redefined.
If so, tell the royal guards I would rather sense it onto my skin, other than through past and present to entwined.
for I would rather have amnesia,
Other than through floating memories.
To the restless nights of anesthesia,
Or nurtured back with home remedies.
I am human,
Not so much of rather an illusion.
Bits of memories were flowers blooming,
Blooming in catastrophic storms and confusion.
Awaken me with amnesia,
Send me down the lake of anesthesia.
Not so much of milk of magnesia,
Bury me in the republic of Tunisia.
For I would rather have amnesia,
Other than the floating memories.
written by : afrikanGoddess
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