My blessed soul and spirit.

I’m living. Over and over again. As a romantic idealist. That’s how I feel. At the moment. That I’m being constantly reincarnated. I’ve lived before. And I’ll live again and again. To perfect who and what I am. On a mission. To become a better, a more refined romantic idealist. That, first and foremost. It’s more incidental. That in the process.  I’ve become a spiritual free-thinker, a political liberal, a lover, a dreamer. Even a poet, of sorts. I am compelled. To occupy my life. In the pursuit of my eternal and heavenly destiny. A romantic idealist. Don’t you understand, dear creator? Please, give me the freedom. The wherewithal. To define and shape my blessed soul and spirit. --Jim Broede