From zero, re-birthing,
You're crying and covered in blood.
But, inside, you're glad you entered the new world.

To one, celebrating,
The anniversary of your birth.
Everyone's cheering, and a light sparks within you.

To two, realising,
That you've had a past life.
So, then, you know that life ain't all fun and games.

To five, disregarding,
The knowledge of your past.
But you feel that your gut knows everything.

To ten, believing,
You start to trust your gut.
Before you were scared, but now you know.

To twenty-one, drinking,
Repressing all your thoughts.
Trying to get rid of that everlasting depression.

To twenty-five, marrying,
Having children with your soulmate.
And the depression is almost gone.

To fifty, reminiscing,
With your children about their lives.
And your partner still there by your side.

To eighty, forgetting,
Memories slowly fading away.
And the pictures on the wall can't even help you remember.

To ninety, dying,
Passing with your partner by your side.
Your soul watching over every move from above.

To zero, re-birthing,
Your soul decided to finally come to Earth again.
Only, the body doesn't know anything, but you know everything.