I am not returning to yesterday
to re-open the sepulchre of misery,
I won't go back to pay a tribute
to the remains of mediocrity
I won't jump for a rebound
to frozen dreams and vaporised wishes
I won't curl into a cochlea of regret
over the milk messing the floor of history
I have the fire within me, I don't need the ashes
The past is past, I have passed and am past it
I am a new specie birthed of divinity
Recreated with no past: my yesterday is cremated
I am open to endless possibilities from eternity to infinity
No flaw, no mistake only susceptible to success
I have access to deity, I have keys to the kingdom
I pop into the throne without a passport
And I don't need a rocket to get there: I teleport
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