Testo Eternal

I'm bringing my baggage here from another time. My personality follows me around. Well problems, they don't go away. They stay until they I look them in the face. If I don't face them they grind me into the ground again. I know that this fear - it isn't real. Its created in the mind. I know that this flesh isn't the same - it just changes over time. My body's born it grows it dies I just observe. My attachments make life seem like a roller coaster ride. Life's filled with lessons will I pass? If not I'll wear another mask and take some birth, assign some worth to my so-called self again. Eternal. And I'll never not exist. I can't get too attached. I know I'm just a passenger