I see the division of paths

which decides about your divine ordinance

feeling a certain coldness

of a secret power that entangles the spirit

in memory of people

without them you would not exist

and memory of people

who would not exist without you

looking for the meaning of life

while breathing day in and out

realize how slight it is

keeping an eye on the sky at night

what would you give to live your life again

what would you change with a second chance

and could you learn from your mistakes

i don't know