To be Born Again

Life keeps going on

While I'm sitting on the floor

Watching the mirror

Touching the skin on my skeleton

The soul has gone, yet return with the limb

Bringing back a broken vessel

Clothed with white tape

Tinted with spit and splat on my lap

Sudden knock come on my door

The phone rang non stop in the next room

Call for the missus from the next line

And I

Gracely run

Showed off my patched vessel

A bright soul with no color or tint