Forgive me, Lord, if I can be forgiven.
May all your flowers blossom in my heart.
I’ve never been the one who tries to listen
Remembering the story from the start.
My sins and pride are now parts of my ego,
They’ve made me selfish, blind and insecure.
I’m not a person - living incognito
means not living at all. A mess, a moor.
Please, hear me out and give a little blessing,
I still regret of doing what I’ve done.
I’m on my knees still begging and confessing
To be a human. To become someone.
August, 21
2025
Incognito
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