This is (Chāº$) life

Maybe in another life, These words have rippled through eternity, As a mathematical equation, How we experiment, Piecing together step by step, Striving for perfection. The mind tags all thoughts, Past lingers as heavy shadows, Erase every error, remove all existence, In the littering debris lies the relevant. Our autobiography grows heavier and thicker, Lifetimes worded in ink, This time it will be perfect, no more pain or challenges, just bliss, Blueprints are set and printed, Little does the human comprehend, The tiny infant all cosy, adored and loved, Purpose already unfolding.