Netashi

Seasons we breath

Seasons of life

Theta was here stuck in winter

while everyone else

was in the spring of their life

 

Adding to the rose of life another thorn

For we crave purpose because are souls are fleeting

Our heart and souls burn like endless summer

For we found our true existence and its fashion

And we the people stand proud and tall

Life is meaningless until you give it glory

Winter comes like a thief in the night

For we all do know we are on borrowed time

I present to you the seasons of life