The Cliche of the Phoenix.

The lights and the brightness
And another hundred dreams in the making,
It is within these four walls
That I shall sacrifice myself
To the eternal mysticity
Of the ever-elusive unknown
And in that sacrifice
I wish to die
And be born again
If only one time more.

It is not in every new day
That I will have my chance
For my best option hides
In the rendezvous
Twixt night and day
The disjuncture
Between today and tomorrow.