It’s time to confess.
I tell all to the priest –
To redeem, to escape, to die.
The priest smiles at my ruse –
To live, to resuscitate life.
It’s time to confess.
I see her everywhere –
To receive, to share, to care.
She smiles at my fantasy –
To live, to resurrect love.
It’s time to confess.
I have no time for the silent priest.
I have no time to review the dead past.
I smile at my bare reality –
To live, to bear chanceless vacuum.
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