Coming Back Reincarnated

A stifling calm hung over the enlivened eve, Across the gulf of years and time, Ambitions and aspirations shivered into solids and dust, I must have existed here before now. It's hard to cry, complain and die soon, I'm familiar with the earthly pain and joy, Doubts didn't beset my lonely and daring soul, Amid the direful calamities of existence. But if the truth be told, I wish to be reincarnated in the air you breath, So as to always be with you Until your dying day. But now the truth is sold, I'm now like a thorn in the flesh, With words entwining you in thraldom, Because I've murdered the fear of death, Since my only fear is coming back reincarnated.