91.

My stomach feels a pitfall.

My eyes can see through depth.

I rummage as I withdrawal –

I am searching for my death.

My soul is becoming reborn,

Through some many small steps.

My utterance is a bit small,

I speak what’s only left.

I think we live in a spiritual world,

Where we are what is best…

Our souls are what are prized in,

It’s somewhere behind our chest.

Our heart area is a bit tall,

It’s hard to ever rest.

We are beating and breathing organisms,

In a world that never rests.

Unless we fight a bit strong,

Then we will fail our tests.