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.
