Replica Poem by irenio irenaeus bero

There is nothing you see me doing
That hasn’t been done
There is nothing you hear me saying
That hasn’t been said before
My soul is a just a replica
Of past deeds giving fruits in its own time
Nothing is new to my eyes
Maybe a little different but in the end they are parallel visions
Sailing my mind with different levels of imagination
I sing and jump harmoniously
At the joy I live
Hoping they fade away happily
From this life I live

Sometimes I asked myself
What’s missing in this life of mine?
I look around and envision many joys I wished I had
Maybe many more pretty things
Maybe many more years to live
Is what I wish never missed in the picture!