I keep dying everyday in the hope that tomorrow I will be completely alive ,
I see the truly dead ruling the roost when I march forward in the spirit of life .
As the willpower of my willpower keeps getting stretched ,
I wonder whether dying everyday was just the beginning of death .
I ponder whether the ones who see me bleeding truly see the crucifixion .
Do they just remain nonchalant in their haze of their cluttered beings ?
Do they bleed with me , for isn’t profoundness of being one for the entire humanity ?
Do they at least feel for if not feel with ?
Do they not remember the same very long forgotten values that they once eulogized ?
We are one , we were one , yet you broke away too far !
Will you not return to truly caress what indeed was your genesis ?
Will you not , will you not ?