Grateful to only play the role(s) you need me to play.

Who else might I be other than what your soul needs you to see?

To be.

Never anyone more. Never anyone less.

Only what desire dictates in timeless times.

Be it Saint and Sinner. Angel and Demon. Friend and Foe.

Even if it is (was) never me at all. Only some label befitting of circumstance.

Historical perceptions. Ghosts in the machine.

Then I realize once again this is true.

And I smile.

Thank you.