There once was an investigator, clever and bright,
Who solved every case, from morning to night.
But love, oh love, with its cruel, sharp claws,
Betrayed his heart without second thought or pause.
His spirit was wounded, his trust torn apart,
So he left that life with a broken heart.
He sought something deeper, a new path to find,
A spiritual journey, a quest of the mind.
As he searched for the truth, the strangest thing came,
The clues all pointed back to his own name.
Unraveling a mystery that filled him with dread,
He found out, at last, that he was already dead.
He’d been investigating, without ever knowing,
That he’d left his old life, where death had been showing.
His soul had moved on, but he wandered still,
In a world that was different, yet eerily still.
He wasn’t just lost, but reborn into light,
A new life began on that very night.
Forever changed by the life he had led,
He left behind sorrow and all that he’d bled.
Now free from the pain of love’s cruel game,
He saw through the illusion, and shed all his shame.
No longer a victim, no longer in chains,
He walked through this new world where peace now reigns.
Reborn as a man with a fresh sense of worth,
He realized his death was the key to new birth.
The mystery was solved, his heart fully mended,
A journey that showed him his life had ascended.