The madness behind remembering, is suffocating at best. Now that it's forgotten, time can move on with all the rest. The soul is only free they say, when lifted above the proud. Who actually knows the meaning, unspoken by a shroud?
"The soul is only free they say, when lifted above the proud." Ah, but pride can be such a virtuous sin, when indulged beneath the cloak of a knowing grin.
