56 For the girl in white

I asked you once,

If you believed in reincarnation.

You said it was just wishful thinking,

In a land of pure imagination.

But when times were dark,

And the sun lost its beam,

I remembered your remark,

And dream a little dream.

What is it that they seek?

A new beginning,

A second chance,

Or another shot at life?

But the bitter truth is,

No story starts in the middle,

A death is but a kiss,

And life is just a riddle.

Is it better to keep sleeping,

Or to peek just a little?

Maybe I'm just nitpicking,

And hoping for a miracle.