Ques?ion

When I had no in'trest in my mem'ry,
I lost my self, my net, my total worth.
The spoils which I spent years working to see,
Were stockpiled burned and buried in the earth.

Confused I cried for my God's interest,
To share his banks of wisdom ever saved.
I asked for light to help me be the best,
And liberate my past, I felt enslaved.

"Lord, free me from this curse, I've payed my dues!
I've loved and lost, I'm ready to move on!"
'No, check' I heard, 'your books, you must review-'
I turned my back on him and I was gone.

I robbed myself in burning what I'd learned,
Ignored my god, and now I've lost my turn.