Poems I Call My Own

(NOT) TO BE

Someday, this form shall waver
Into vapour, into oblivion, into nothingness.
The time will come when I could be a soul to wander,
Own a set of wings and dwell among the stars.
I could fly, fly up the light puff of clear smoke
And swim with a spirit much more lighter.

Such would be an eternal delight
For i will dare to look down, with a heart so high.
Leaving the dirt on my skin to rot along and be gone,
Gone with this trivial and empty, earthly vessel.
Be rid of the unnecessary chains and ties
And dress in holy hue of white up above.

What will become, of a town without me?
Of a place- where only i be absent amongst laughters?
Where i always disappear though being a visible being?
Will someone ever see?
Will someone ever notice?
Will someone ever miss me?

I know not. For all I know-
It is a big world we exist in.