A Good Person

Celestial power seeps through my skin,

as I sleep,

I am deep in a dream,

running from waking hours,

wondering what else I can do,

to be free.

I used to wonder,

if I was a good person,

being who I needed to be,

so I could keep myself alive,

watching my soul surrender to shadows,

accepting that life is a choice,

between survival,

and self satisfaction.

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