How nice,

I wish that on some of my birthdays I was born again
But seems as if on some of my birthdays I am like
a fish outside of water, twisting my body, flipping my tail
over and over gain over a hot sand;just trying to gain some impulse to push myself onto a lake of life...

But I feel tired instead, and I just stay there not moving... Awaiting for my final breathe

Then someone comes and gives me a push and I'm there swimming on the lake again, recovering slowly...

But what a celebration you have on your birthday. I like the images and the alliteration in this piece.