What is it I asked myself,
Raise my hand and hang my head,
I feel threatened to ask for HELP,
An ocean of desires against a rocky shore,
Thoughts spinning through what was before,
A few beautiful things over which I wept,
Beautiful dreams through which I slept,
All seasons came for a reason,
I looked up throught a small window from prison,
Evening sky smeared with emotions,
A bird dived into the ocean with burning wings,
In my next life, it will again sing.
