Look at me, I strive to rise higher , again!
Just like a moth enchanted by the street lights! Only to suffer the futile fall! falling down as Icarus fell! killing myself,dying!but still not ending life;just waking in another!! But there's always another falling above!Not one soul is mourning for me!with the strange power of carrying on from an unknown void,when face to face with the extreme that is life!
So I rise up again in agony to fly high! ,only to fall and to be stuck in the middle! As we are between Earth and Universe! Constantly being punished a Sisyphus, pushing the "The Gift" of life, an enormous Stone!