I always feel the cells divide, life jumps from dying forms to freshly born.
We are a cycle on our own, from small to big we throw out what is worn.
There is an eagerness to pass through matter, what are we? Actors?

We are energy stepping on building blocks, walls that shatter.
We build moments so that our life can pass through matter,
We only exist until total collapse happens.
There is only one rule, move or crumble.

There is nothing static, movement happens.
If you ar tired of building, something else will take away your matter.
Don’t despair when a root begins to feed out of your ex-laughter.
You are now sap, flow, build others, you are no longer in control, slacker.