Oh soul,

why regret?

We were created from clay,

and life is nothing more

than a blank page

filled with hopes.

Then time wears it away,

the words fade,

yet the lines remain white,

growing once again

from the womb of nothingness,

and the cycle of life

begins anew.

The soul has no resting place

except with its Creator,

and to Him alone

is the return,

no matter how long

time may pass.