Denial

Persistence is not what I rehearse, for I do not breathe perpetuity. Is there no one left to defy me?

Change is not what I’ve seen, for in the dark I’ve forgotten the day. Can the sun not burn me?

Individuality is not what I practice, for I’m not me. Is there no one left for me to be?

Reflex is not what I rely on, for I am an uncanny response. Is there no emotion left unseen?

Repentance is not what I trust, for laughter is in the air. Is there no once left to deceive me?

Sanguinity is not what I want, for I’m a deeper vision. Is there no one left to disappoint me?

Redemption is not what I seek, for I haven’t sinned. Is there no one left to condemn me?