You will be born each day
And you will die at least
three times the same day.
Your mind will be trialed
and your soul, much more.
Everything that you will remember
you will forget,
And everything that you will know,
will not matter anymore;
Not because you died already,
but because it never
mattered.

Your cry will die also
and will be born again.
Nothing new you will live,
your life will repeat itself – the same day:
you will die at least
three times.

And every night – the same thought,
You, as everyone else,
all together:
Is there any point in living
if we die at least
three times
each day?