Because I think to have fatal guilt,
You need to know exactly what you've strayed from,
And I've never been of that ilk.
Of course that's not to say that something inside me,
Doesn't know exactly what I should do,
And that it's not a matter of listening to myself.
But, if you were me, would you?
It may just be a matter of acknowledging,
The things you do that make you feel ass,
And finding the common denominator,
And then knowledgeably doing that.
And it's alright,
My morning ritual's finally cleaned up my head,
Now, only if it could do the same with my conscience,
I could consider mine a life well-led.
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