Let me be...

Let the dismay rinses my guilty of acting not correctly and my unwillingness of doing or facing the reality (which sometimes is failure)

Let the joyfulness, playfulness, and blithe spirit (permanent minds) cover but not replace my sense of solemnity and restlessness that emit my "uniquely" rigid, stoic, and austere nature 

Let the entirely different me be embodied therein the authentic, original me 

Though I am still not sure if the real me exists