I die and born every day
like the sun in west
or the dawn in est
in between I sleep by the lullaby
with silver shower from a gypsy moon.
It seems like a fall
if you try different perspective
find me always re crawl
chase to seize
a parallel paradigm ending in infinity.
Once a Man said
” A man can be destroyed but not defeated”
and we are always rising from the ashes
getting back our strength.
like the phoneix’s death
we redeem pain and smile
and try one more time,
again and again.