The journey is new yet familiar,
A Deja vu of characters and emotions,
My senses pick up on the peculiar,
And my intuition picks up on associations.
My participation is automatic,
As if I have a preprogramed habitude,
Yet I’m on a ceaseless exploration for logic,
Feeling a need to master fortitude.
My time is spent forming a agglomeration of clues,
That I dissect for elucidation,
Disambiguating statutes and rules,
Discovering my perspicacity about my life’s rumination.
My memories of this life’s plan
Are now evoked and evinced.
Equipped with lessons from my soul’s clan
Of my life’s purpose, I no longer need to be convinced.
HIGH PRIESTESS OF AGAPE COVENS