Submerged in past bundles of dreams
Maple leaves dotting your stone
Resting date on epitaph loudly screams
But, a bird in me remains silent and alone
I sprinkle vivid colours and lush
A canvas strewn with sinful escapades
Vicious thoughts continue to crush
Prick my heart with sharp blades
Oh, my dear painful memoirs
Conclude your melodious cuckoo call
I will applaud you last under the stars
Before I bid adieu to one and all
Shaking off the dusty confessional rugs
Who I was, I should not give a damn
If I wipe my house off past specks
Surely, I will turn into who I am
