Stop worrying,
The glass of poison is already
broken.
But you can pick up the pieces
and rebuild it
With your own vision.
Free will means creation.
Eudaimonia.
No walls, but we create them.
A flame burns, but we stomp on
it.
Yet the Phoenix rises.
After its descent to hell, it
rebels and yells
Echoing to the pungent darkness
Revealing.
The curtain pulled.
Burnt.
The phoenix rising from its
ashes.
Innocence crying, asking
“Again?”
Moving on,
Suffering.
Thus we turn to gold.
Movement unlimited, shaking of
uncertainty, but shaking it off.
Our last tear falls upon our calm
smile.
We remember and we depart.
Sailing to new heights.
Yet coming back to face the
fight.
Why?
The question rises out of
nothing, as does the answer.
Unspeakable, yet faster
Faster, we go towards the light
Our mind dies.
Our soul flies.
And we end up right where we
started.
Growing infinitely, yet united
with the pilot.
