I’m wasting away
It’s part of my instinct
I’ll run away
From everything I hate
Take this away
Help me escape
Take this away
I confess
Innocence
Innocence
Innocence
Confession (What’s Inside My Head) by Red
Clean. Two things pop into my mind when I think of the word clean. Free from dirt. Pure. And those just happen to be the two most common definitions. I had never thought of diving deeper into the meaning of this word. How does this affect me?
Clean – morally uncontaminated; pure; innocent
Innocent. Pure. Untouched by the immoral insanity of this world. I hear this most often referring to children. Babies. Entering into a world of despair. A world filled with desire. Longing for more. A world that believe innocence is lost. Unattainable.
Innocent – not responsible for or directly involved in an event yet suffering its consequences
This is an imperfect world. Daily we are pushed in directions we can’t see. I’m wasting away, it’s part of my instinct. What an incredible thought. Instinctively, we waste away. We run, hide, protect ourselves from imagination. From the terrifying thoughts that fill our minds, enticing us to proceed. Where do we feel safe? Where can we hide away to feel pure? We each long to feel clean. Untouched by the lies breathing down our necks.
Well, I’ve heard that the devil’s walking around
I sold my soul way down in the dirt
But stole it back and forever in debt
And for a moment I don’t even care
Until I feel his breath at my neck
And maybe even you can feel it too
He’s on a strike and looking at you
Heaven nor Hell by Volbeat
This one lie chases us all. Each day it tries to break us. To force us to the edge. There is no way out. Mistakes make us unclean. There is no changing that. We try to steal back our soul, but it doesn’t matter. The deed has already been done.
But we change. We evolve into someone different every day. The changes are subtle, but profound. They will have a life changing effect. Forget the past. Forget the mistakes. That wasn’t you. Not you today. Cleanliness is achievable. At times it won’t be your truth. At times you won’t see your innocence. You will fail. And then your soul will mutate. But how it changes is up to you.
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