I see the ashes of who I used to be

And I don’t feel anywhere near

It’s like watching dead autumn leafs

Fall from the branch of a tree

To rot and start over again

To cycle their way up ahead

All loss will lead to inherent growth

New starts that cherish the old

I meditate about time

As a process towards decay

When I think about my past

I wish my memories away

But that’s the lesson I will learn

World’s ways don’t work in separate terms

Still when I think about it all

I’m overstrained just by its turn

Never satisfied

Always horrified

At one short glance

I saw death in his eyes

This circle is closed

Within the exchange of lives