Like an illusion, life is impermanent.
Bid me farewell and Let the time to part be sugary.
Let this be not the finishing line, but my entirety.
Now let me rest.
Baby, daddy was happy.
I lived, I wrote and I laughed.
I see, from a distance, a home considered for my kind.
Hold my hand, and know that I possess a mind in love and a place in life.
Child, let me go.
Baby, daddy won’t be home tomorrow, tell papa not to cook.
The trends of temporariness have blown and my sight has stopped as my breath concluded its chapter.
I have been told, I am to rise again. I do not believe.
I have been taught, to believe all things possible. I do not believe.
Without a trace of shadows in it, let my name take my place, in your heart and in the mind.
Let it be in your lips at the sight of grinded grapes.
And, let it remind you of love, music and laughter.
Take it with you when you go home.
I am not really gone. I am on to new beginnings.
I have a deal with destiny. She is taking me away.
Although fear crept in for a while, now I am blithe.
So thoughtless to even worry about what my fate is.
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