People live everyday
casing sirens of the past
piling a sequenced future
finding love that responds

People live everyday
jollying of the eventualities
forecasting the unseen pastures
surpassing pain and it's entities

Since a toddler I died
a death so painful and suppressing
in dark tunnels with flashing lights
beckoning me to walk on thorny paths

On those young years
a death that tortured the flesh for so long
striking spirit , piking, mimicking
strolling the soul , peaking,panicking

These days I don't even exist
I wake up a slave and merry in limits
wondering what they found on earth
hunting and making exits here and there