The Perfect Day To Die

Today would be the perfect day To let my worries fade away And pass into the waiting void Beyond this life’s display. For I had woken in a state So free of love and free of hate That gave my waking mind a rest From feelings quite innate. The air was calm and sky so blue; I saw the starlings as they flew, Looked at them with such wondrous eyes, And somehow then I knew That of all the days none would match; Few if any would even scratch The surface of my current state, In which I can detach From all the chains that bind me so To all the joys and endless woe Of agitated life just spent Maintaining status quo. Today would be the day of days To welcome all the warm sun rays, Release my claim upon this life, And escape the growing haze.