I Already Flew

It's been a month and a half
And I haven't heard your voice
I haven't seen your face...
I guess that's your choice

I'm sitting here thinking-
Why you haven't called?
Or is something's wrong...
I don't know what to think

I wrote to you
Letting you know how I feel
I let it all go through
I would think you would take it for real

But obviously you don't
'Cuz I told you to call me when you get it
But you won't...
Your pride won't let you, will it?

Or is it that you never think twice
Before doing things
But it's OK, 'cuz I'm moving on...
You are not a bird with my wings!

I can fly on my own
I don't need a little boy to help me pull through
I can do things on my own-
I love you, but I already flew...

My last wish

MY LAST WISH,
BEFORE MY LIFE’S LAST DISH,
IS TO BE FREE,
UNDER AN EVERGREEN TREE.

I WANT TO THINK OF MY PAST,
TILL MY BREATH LAST.
WANT TO THINK OF THOSE DAYS OF CHERISH,
BEFORE I MYSELF PERISH.

I WANT TO THINK OF THE DAY,
WHEN MY MOTHER TAUGHT ME HOW TO SAY.
OF THAT DAY,
WHEN I PICKED MY OWN WAY.

WANT TO THINK OF THE DAY I WENT TO DRILL,
AND MY BRAIN BEGAN TO FILL.
AND THEN I STARTED MAKING BUDDIES,
WHO PLAYED WITH ME AND ALSO HELPED ME IN STUDIES.

I WANT TO THINK OF THE DAY WHEN I MARRIED,
THE FAMILY MY BACK CARRIED.
THE DAY WHEN I BECAME FATHER,
THE FAMILY THAT INCREASED FARTHER.

THE DAY WHEN I WAS IN NEED,
THE TIME FEW FRIENDS CAME TO FEED.
THE DAY I CAME TO KNOW MY FRIENDS,
AND OLD RELATIONS BEGAN TO END.

THE DAY I WENT TO PILGRIMAGE,
AND MET MANY DIVINE SAGE,
AND LIVED IN A LIFE OF SPIRITUALITY,
FORGETING MY LIFE OF VIRTUALITY.

NOW I SIT UNDER A TREE SHADOW,
WRITING THIS TO YOU,
I HOPE IT WOULD NOW SNOW,
AND THE SKY BE BLUE.

AND THUS I WOULD LIKE TO SLEEP,
FOREVER,
AND NEVER,
CONTENT BY MY LONG LIFE.
… AMEN………