How does one become

What they once were

And undo all that has made them

The thing they are now?

Shall i scrape off the past

Like barnacles from a ship

That has journeyed too long

In the unknown, darker waters

Where the past latches on

And refuses to let go?

Shall we take the night time coin

Meant for silent Charon

And purchase a clean, new skin

Fresh and free

Of burdensome memory?

Or will we collapse from the weight

Of this corrosive state

Never to be like what we were

When our world began?