The world perpetually turns.
The Phoenix eternally burns.
Somewhere beneath the embers
Is a memory nobody remembers.
The smell of cleaning chemicals
Fills my nostrils,
But getting the stains out seems impossible.
God gives us only what we can handle,
But my suspension is shot,
So any little bump is a lot.
The air is getting warmer.
The air is getting thinner.
I struggle to breathe, there's no salvation for a born sinner.
The world turns perpetually.
The Phoenix burns eternally.
I am not so lucky.