My existence these days,
Is almost magical,
When I hear no echoes,
I feel unfathomable beatitude,
I often wish this was my swan song,
I often long for it to be my last day here,
But alas, it’s not,
I have no doubts,
I would be the happiest person on my last day,
Since degree of happiness can’t be compared for subjects in either time or space,
You have to take my word.
I really don’t want to live here ever again.
I really don’t want to improve any lives known or unknown.
I had my full cup and I drank from it.
It’s enough. It’s final.