The Will

When I asked you to 
drop the millstone- 
a bunch of dreams, 
you wanted to move away from sun. 

Building melatonin, 
after visiting the shrine- 
in dark. The deity has 
started taking a both. 

Helium- the noble gas. 
How high will it take you, 
in a balloon, which was rising 
towards the Mars? 

Crashed. I break into 
pieces of terra cotta. I don't 
want to leave the earth. Spread 
my ashes on the beach.