Before I'M Laid To Rest

I can't be that happy heart as others see me, my moods I conceal; I hide everything that hurts, cover it with shameless pretense and yet it's accepted by me. This youth was short-lived, a hundred days seemed only one day, brief loves consumed in daffodils fields lasted a season, then died near winter. They were birds in search of joy, and when they finally found it... they moved to another place more beautiful than the first one. O invasive desire, my tongue is dry; a brook is in sight to quench this thirst! O harmonious hills where canaries sing, watch me climb cliffs and reach Heaven: nothing is lost to memory and time! Have I changed to suit myself or others? The more I try to change myself, the less confident I feel inward and outward; I should have remained that loving soul with no grievances and no conflicts: only with ambitions and aspirations. Proud to say to all this is the real me: humble, fair, courteous and meek. I declare to all I can't be defeated by anyone either by strength or belief. I have exposed my faults and failures, diverging from the road of deception... to embrace truth before I'm laid to rest.