From time to time, sadness,

Raffles the senses

Scarring the souls past.

Until the healing has passed

We are but sad wandering ghosts

Wrapped in illusion for the most.

Then sometimes we get to heal

The stigmas of perception unveil.

 We are then reborn again.

 The endless cycle:

 False perceptions create knowledge

Which... in turn are only updated versions

 A set of new and improved imperfections

---John McCarthy---