dying

i’ve held dreams that laboured itself;

and wondered in all its labouring why it didn’t ask for help?

it holds the hope and drops the noose,

i’ve held dreams that burned confused.

and in its silence, i held its breath,

and died a death that conquered self.

call to me and reject the old

and dance with me stories untold.

i am a dream that sharpens reality

i am a song chorusing in its vitality

and in the storm, I’ve learnt to be calm.

call to me and I won’t come.

till you surrender and solve what you have left undone.

maybe fate has asked for a sacrifice.

yet exertion sings till the morning rise.

should i find things I don’t want to keep

i bury them in a box and keep it six feet’s deep

i have learnt to let things go.

who I become tomorrow is who I know

though its dance is always free; i’ve formed the song I long to be.

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