NO, It better be NOW.

My pen ran a mile
And reached here today
To stay
My pen is here to stay
My pen is here to say

What?
Well go ask your whim
Or peer into the darkest crevice
Which shame can afford

My pen is here to say

To stay

Your ears must be oiled
For what it says
May fall hard and sonorous

Your ears must be ready
And it must be now

Don’t lure me
And dangle me an “afterlife”
…“Poets never die”
Aah…let it be a lie

I will die
Am ready to
To just leave without a nod or a sigh

I can no longer fool myself

You wish

Keep your folklores in your closets
I shall drink of today’s wine

I am not heartless enough…I shall die
And
I shall not sing a tune
To be stored and stacked for tomorrows melody
I shall set it to rhythm
And it shall ring loud and pierce your caving ears!

I am not a coward
To seek refuge in dusty moth eaten remembrances
Crouching in the ugly light of some dilapidated
Loveless shamble of drowned humanity

Ask the clerk
To go back home

Because

Let it be
What shall be
Coz baby
I am here to stay

So chase those dreams away

My pen shall choose it’s trophy
My pen shall choose it’s coffin

And you’d better not or mourn or sigh

Coz it may after all be, a lie

I am here to be
And
To die!

The pen does not lie