No matter how you change the name
the girl will always stay the same.
I know this
and yet I continue to
make myself another.
But how do you erase
what's engraved in beds of stone?
In fields of gold
I have searched for that day
which will find me reincarnated;
which will turn a mundane existence
to a life less ordinary.
No one would ever guess
or even begin to comprehend
how fervently I've
sought out this place.
But as each day begins
to wind down into midnight,
and all I've found
are overgrown forests of weeds,
hope, without a doubt, vanishes.
So I've relinquished an ideal
and once more donned the mask.
There is no identity crisis,
but I'm going by
a novel alias.

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