Dia de Muertos.
When I'm gone, just let go.
You know I will never just go gently into that good night
More like rattle and shake as I brake my way down
So let go of my dirty hands and let me drift on to the current
Unconsciously into the everything, Not so bravely into the nothing.
But I will be there, rest assured.
And let me chant that sour song of the ones pressed by shorten daybreak
That bitter battle cry of disrepair and fear, that makes the soul ready for that certain end.
But fear not, this song will not echo into your world of certainties.
Be sure to pack all you got mine with me as I leave, for this you won't need anymore.
Put your memories of me on my pockets. Place the days of us on my head like a wreath of /triumph
A coin in every eye.
A burning kiss of things suspended on my forehead.
And dispatch me with confidence over that substance drifting ever away
knowing for sure that time is cyclical
and I can never really go anywhere
Not until we're done.
You and I.
