Still remember the words he wrote,
"I see my life vanishing in cigarette smoke."
Young, old soul
Ranting about the hearts he had broke

Can't help but see him when it rains,
Standing in the corner of the road -a smiling face

Too many years had passed,
Heard he was fighting in a rehab,
Such a dear friend –but time moves fast

We laid him down to rest,
Six feet under, I know he did his best

A friend is a friend,
When hearts break, you ought to mend
But when they leave,
Make sure love's all you send

My heart beats for its last time,
My body breathes its last breath,
My senses perceive what they can for the last time,
And finally,
My soul escapes my body like a prisoner in captivity does.
Now I am free,
Free to be more than just a human trapped within a frail body
But who am I now?
I could be anything,
I could be impossibility in a world of immense possibilities.
I could be the wind beneath the wings of bird,
About to take its first flight,
I could be the first ray of sunlight that hits the Earth,
As dusk breaks into dawn.
I could be anything,
Anything,
As big as the universe itself,
Or as small as the single grain of sand,
On the beach of an undiscovered island.
I could be the brightest star,
On a dark December night,
Or I could be the full moon
That lights the path of the solivagant
I could be the first raindrop
That falls from the sky as monsoon approaches
Or I could be the first snowflake that falls on the peak of a mountain,
Depicting a rough winter ahead.
I am a free soul,
Free to be anything
Free to follow the path,
Contrary to the one paved for me.
Free to take the road that leads,
To immense possibilities.