Fate has locked me up in its dungeons. Balled and chained my legs and my arms and hands. Without mercy, threw me in front of the wild beasts in the arenas of life.
I saw the Angel of Death, watching me, and I begged of him to do something, but got a reply: “I cannot help you, I also get my orders from a Higher Power”.
I am burning within like embers but for I have not manage to become ashes. If I become ashes perhaps I will try to raise like a Sun every morning or a moon that emerges every night or sprout like a bud that thrives in the fields every spring.
What would be the use of my ashes?
Am I the mighty Phoenix so that my ashes are reborn into life?
Think not!