Death
It dances around
The true-self
Found here, Nowhere indeed
Being able to bend and stretch
No bones or flesh
It's only vim
There's nothing else
Now here again, To feel whole again
Ethereal and real. This emptiness
Once again
Fills everything
With fearlessness
Life
You'll come back... Come back, here!
You'll be mine, One more time!
The true-self
Just want to stay here
Away from the illusion, So far from the unreal
Just let this be!
Don't take it from me!
Please don't rip
Myself from here...
Death
You are back
On my lap
Welcome back...
You are back
Within my grasp
On my lap
On my lap...
All that is speaks to the true-self
The true -self:
It's unavoidable.
It's unavoidable.
It's unavoidable.
The cycle shall not stop...
Realisation occurs, acceptance
Life
Once more
You'll bestow! (yourself)
Sentient being
You'll become!