I look up to the sky as I’m laying on my back.
Glancing at the mortals loathing of my stress,
The priest speaks wisdom; praying to attract
A great future filled with lemons to possess.
I caress their moans, taking in all the depression
Left inside the profound tears dripping down.
This family reunion has finally happened now,
As I feel soul-less but found with expression.
It’s hard to tell if this is the present or past.
Feeling unaware of the chance to shine,
Only time can subside the lament I grasp.
Contributing to the fear, I advance and find
Another life with many opportunities to take.
I prevail: immortal with my own unity to make.