Back from the dust

    Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. We all go back to whatever we came from. We all regress slowly in life, eventually. But you, you appear immortal. You have beat mother nature at its own game.
Burn in your own fire,and arise from your own ashes. Could almost infer that you are the phoenix of my life, always coming back for something.But why wont you just stay  as the ashes you become, stay burnt, remain forgotten...