A feel
A touch
A smell
A sense
A point of view.

It's you,
It's them,
It's everyone.

Feeling,
Touching,
Smelling,
Sensing

You live,
You die,
You start a new lifetime.

The next roll is that small, in comparison to you.
They say you just lost your last soul,
But it's there allright, staring back at ya.

It smiles towards you,
It waits.

Death smiles at ya,
You're thinking all there's left is smiling back at it,
and wait.

Waiting for it to come, to strike, to finish this misery
allready.

You were gifted
and yet,
you don't use your potential.

You focus on minor things,
which later on won't matter much.
Not to you or anyone else.

It's your wake up call,
Wisen up!

Your phenomenon is out there, it's yours, and yours only.