Next time let me be a wind chime in a tree
So that I will have some other ambition rather than being
free
The new me, won’t be afraid of passing time
Nor your absence from my decaying life
Still I will have the freedom to sing your song when I want
to sing
And when someone asks me about my achievements in life
I will not have to look through my resume
And yet I can proudly tell how the raindrops taste like
What are heartaches made of?
And why did Monalisa smile?
