PAST LIVES
Do you dream in Technicolor?
Do diamonds glitter in your hair?
Are you yourself or another?
What do you see looking out there?
Does the world await your entrance?
Are there cries of adoration?
Are you searching for your romance?
Or has it gone to perdition?
So many lives I have passed through.
What have I learned in all that time?
Man is the same, nothing is new.
Through many pasts I loved sublime.
Now I have received my degree.
Now I can leave without regret.
This world was Hell, but now I'm free.
I've loved and died; now must forget.
This life that filled my eyes with tears;
And broke my heart with bitter pain;
Now shed this shell with all its fears.
I shall not pass this way again.
~Florence Picciotti