I'm carried through the wind
by the wings of destiny
near the birds in the sky,
we're side by side
green is all that I see
but blue is all that I breath
white humid clouds around me
hug my soul in a cold embrace
in the blue immensity is where I want to be
above is the shiny and loved star,
the one capable to blind us,
but the warmth of the sunshine
is fresh and gentle
then I remember what happened:
I'm not a body anymore,
I'm not someone,
I'm the soul I was before entering this flesh
Everything was an illusion,
but now it's too late,
life is gone, and
I'm a blank page
(again)
is it good or tragic,
to be forced
to live again?