HEED

Heed, my heart, heed
The sky is so mighty
The clouds seems so divine
And birds may silently sing the truth of time.

To those forbidden ear
Sing few lines
For those dying eyes
Write some rhymes,

Waste not this time
For it may steal yours
And tomorrow you will be left with nothing or no one
To call your own,

So today stop asking the nightingale to sing
Or the bee to give you honey
Is it not enough that your life is your own?