I might live, I might die.
I feel the morning breeze,
The cold got me on feels,
I might live, I might die.
Two worlds I walk through.
Awake in another state,
Blindfolded to the rising stakes,
Of death and early grave.
I jump on to a new space,
Escape from reality, that's the grace.
The birds chirp,
It's a new day,
I'm still in the dark,
Swimming to believe,
Hoping I'll succeed.
I might live, I might die.
Running to my destiny,
My heart beating from my curiosity,
Of what lies beyond.
Don't count me gone, new frequency.
Drowned in a dream,
My pulse slowed,
Slowly breathing,
Detached from normal.
I might live, I might die.
I might feel the love,
When I'm free like a dove,
It's 23 the rebirth,
Of a new me, the new age,
The next phase.
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23: the rebirth
Poetrystory of birth, love, death and rebirth, a story of his life.
