Passing through

25 Feb 2009 at 11:20

Passing through

I have died a thousand deaths,
And lived a thousand dreams,
There has only ever been one road,
At least thats how it seems.

I have died a million years,
And lived a sudden breath,
Been around in many lives,
And every one of which began with death.

We all take our sacred steps,
Bitterly, slowly along the way,
Been so far and got nowhere,
Im back for another day.

We have our instinct and seven sins,
Bred into our persona,
Still clueless after all our mistakes,

roasted in the sauna

Poem by I.M