We spend our lives searching,
For a way to clean our slates.
For a way to find the monsters,
Monsters who bring harm to us and those around us.
Every little secret, hint, bringing us just one step closer,
Just one step behind the culprit.
To where we are just out of reach in pursuit.
But we can never quite catch up.
Never actually kill the monsters that haunt us.
That is because,
Who cause us all the pain.
There is no escaping our fate,
Of who we are or what we do.
No way to wipe away our debts.
There is no hero, light, or savior of the day.
Infinite doors of infinite possibilities,
But they all lead to the same outcome.
What has been done is done,
And cannot be undone,
Except to wipe clean the slate from the start,
To go back somehow,
And end it all before it begins.
We would have never known how, or what we are, if we are nothing from the start.
So we must settle with ourselves,
And make peace with our demons,
For they are one with us.