I fancy the unquenchable fire that is simply inexplicable
Which is incredibly alluring like my mother\'s cuisine
And ravishingly burning without and within
Thus becoming the Phoenix
Which arises with the constellation of possibilities
And minutely improving all the faculties
Becoming a better person is hardly a swift transition
But could start like a homogeneous solid heart surprisingly melting
All in a microsecond
Cause it is lost in servitude
Being better is the new beautiful