Monsoon is gone. September comes 
Together, let's welcome with drums. 
Monsoon had created havoc and gone.
Soon the waters will be with Drawn 
Time to celebrate September has come. 

Festivals in India bring fun in tonnes. 
In this month many festivals they sum
Me happy and boredom has worn.
September comes 

Tune, Come September, my guitar strums
It's so famous everyone hums.
Fun time, everyone blows their horn.
Happily, my thoughts will airborne. 
I send birthday wishes by virtual realms. 
September comes

These walls that lie before me
Are all I have left of my past
The scars bring back the memories I wish I didn't have
Enclose me in your boiling rain in which I can't escape
Cut myself with my lies and all of my mistakes
This place feels like Eden to the world outside
No love, no pain, no sorrow, just a place where I can hide
Oh how I regret the times I ignored your advice
Now I wish I listened because it could've saved my life
But if I could turn back time and do it all again
I'd do everything the same because I love the mess i'm in

I can’t remember the last day
I wanted to reach the end of

I want to end the day
grateful that I survived it

Perhaps surviving won’t even cross my mind

Maybe one day  I won’t be
so focused on cursing my heartbeat
I’ll start to take it for granted

I want to look at the dawning of tomorrow
through an open window instead of through bars

To see an opportunity instead of an expectation

One more day imprisoned in my alive
in a body, in an animal

I don’t want to eye-droop another day
I want to wild-eye my mornings the way
I imagine I might have in a happier childhood

I want to wring every drop of yes out--
exhausting the finest morsels of starlight
before hanging up the towel for night.