Alas!
I have arrived at the path that is long, weary and dark.
I have just paid visit to heaven,
where just like the souls; the sun was also warm.
I miss the sweet summer sweat,
the smoke and haze on rooftops.
But this path that I am on, never lets me rest.
It is good in a way, so I don’t really protest.
I would have stayed in heaven if forever did exist,
But forever is a distant dream, and
I had some promises to keep.
I see a dream so close to reality,
I can feel it every night
Near the end of my road there is all that I left behind…
…and more.
The smoke is white and deeper is the haze
There is a subtle peace;
Because I have nowhere to be.
Oh!
On this path, I can never sleep,
So, that later,
I will have no promises to keep.
