The view from my rooftop.
Accompanied by soothing sounds
Trying to write my manifesto by candle light but instead wrote a poem …
I’ve experienced the entire spectrum of life.
25 long years and I want to live on
A circle incomplete
Lying on my death bed
Crying into the sheets.
I have my friends but they do not have me.
All the lives I’ve shared and those who’ve touched mine,
The world will let go, it’s only a matter of time
And Monday will be Monday, Tuesday remains the same.
In a 100 years who will remember my name?
Now is all that matters
And now will be forgotten.
All of my thoughts and experiences returned
To an unborn soul begotten.