Something new

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