I shiver past the meadows,
under the rain and hues of wrong,
November winter smiles to me,
for someone who promised me a song.
I died while asleep,
float the soul, float,
Asked for an end to all I had to keep,
Row your dream boat row.
Now I smile, teeth stained with joy,
Lips apart for a while, once a memory of a boy,
Like birds chipper in moods of morning and Sun,
My heart beats for us, I confess to none.
Leave, you will leave,
Just like those before you enjoyed.
And watched me suffer in disbelieve,
Of how cruel humans can destroy.
I refuse the cage,
I refuse it all,
Tell those who asked,
I am glad….
I am glad with the fall of my own rabbit hole.