and it's true, the past helps me be, I wonder what it does for you?
Life is fuller and pretty with Jewish complexity
and a memory or two, awesomely awesome as it may be, brings me back to a forgotten history
Keeping me humble, maybe
Grounding me.
But my destiny holds great things and complexity makes it moreso
Like a golden brick in the great Sphinx' torso
Noble, shining, immortal
A symbol of humble past, pride... and struggle
Like any father say, "know where you come from, remember your lessons,
Don't forget these things, count your blessings."
I recount some of the deep-seated feelings here in this rhyme
I strive to reach deep-seeded healings eternal and within
I reflect on ancient histories, Risen
Withered by infernal sands of the Middle-East,
and hidden in the secret winds of Time.
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