Walking down memory lane one day
Since I know my days are numbers,
I asked myself if the balance sheet
No, it didn't give me contentment,
As we are trained to look only for joy
Forgetting to accept the fact that
Sorrow is a part of this life.
Today, as I am nearer the exit,
I understand that even the rude balance sheet does not matter.
Battle-weary was I, but am so no longer
As all battles are now over.
Standing quietly in the twilight,
After giving up all that is meant to go
Sooner or later,
I am waiting to embrace rest
Without the terror of battles anymore.
Call me an escapist, if you so wish;
But I am what I am, and my life and my death
Are my very own.