Do I empty my soul now?
Or my body, rather, as its faithful decanter.
A vessel for my spark.
Do I choose to get away from here?
This realm where death is sure;
This circle of the mortal men,
Of which I must endure.
But a soul, yes a soul, must live,
Though here it seems quite so frail
Tired at the age of twenty-two,
Too tired to end its laborious tale.
I can’t even begin to think
Of what it’s like in dead of night
When soul leaves body and drifts beyond;
A happy spirit lost in flight.
I just don’t know whether this is time
To leave this world despised
And head up through the open gate,
To traipse among the skies.
Or should I give it one more chance?
For this sunny afternoon
Is blissful of my echoes heart
Which won’t cease beating soon.