Once a world dies, another is born
Mine tumbled, and stumbled, and burned
The dark touched me, so I searched for light
But I didn't belong here anymore
I set fire to the petals, no struggle at all
Except sorrow for the world that has dissolved
Opening the gateway, feet thinking before me
I walk the hall of necessity
My world too has been dead
It's been sweet for too long
So I walk my own way
To find my place
Maybe never
Maybe someday
Maybe forever
Maybe already dead
This is a poem about death and awakenings. When you die, it becomes a past life. The petals resemble life and when I set fire to them, it represents death.