I’ve packed my things

Stuffed the important moments into the trunk

Remembered to pack all the lessons learnt

I put the memories in the special compartment

I’m ready.

I’ll be soon on my way

To a place far off from here

They say hope lives there and happiness visits often

The place where love knocks your door

I’m ready.

I won’t be looking back

There’s nothing here that holds me now

I tried but couldn’t call this my home

So I’m off to where dreams do come true

I’m ready.

 

Everyone knows. The only good composers are the dead ones. The longer, the better.


(Overheard yesterday morning on CBC Radio 2)