While walking in my dreams
Dusting away my numbered days
That keeps slimming
I keep on getting
Fat for the rust
And claws of maggots
That waits in my grave
I can lie and bust
Wanting to overtake
My shadow as I thought
This blossoming flower that
Smiles in the dawn can’t
Shrive by twilight
As I lied to myself
I remind myself
Of different weathers that
Have come and gone
And tried telling
Us that only the grave remains
To give all souls  
Their final bed rest.