As a Spirit

I'm in this as a spirit,

Looking for familiar grounds,

I'm glad that I get the chance,

To walk in this temporal world,

What am I here for?

What should I do well?

I'm looking up to pick pieces,

And dance in this, Finite world of pain,

That suffering creates avenues for intrigue,

Yet I wonder does it need to be tragic?

To birth the new that changes the world,

The left and right brain all synchronized,

To be optimal in a utopia plateau,

Yet seeing the possibilities that may surmise.

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