Saturday, August 22, 2009
When will I go?
When will I go. I no longer want to stay. The skies in my life are always grey. There is no more magic, no joy to this life. I don't have any friends, lovers, or a wife. The food has no taste, I don't want to roam. I just huddle, scared and tired, in my little home. I love my kids dearly and I know they need me. There's a longing in my soul for it to be free. Free of this body that I've never controlled. Free to fly up to heaven, to have God to hold. When happiness is gone and you no longer want to live, how much longer can a human being give. I still feel love, for everyone out there. I want peace and lucidity, and for every soul to share. Kindness and giving, a beautiful world. This is all I want for my boy and my girl. As for me, weary, ready to leave this place. Take my last breath, and let an angel embrace. I don't want any tears or sorrow for me. Just remember my dream and make it be. Fix this world for all the lost sheep. Make it paradise, before we all go to sleep.