I hope for death

when it comes to the last grain of sand, in my hourglass

I make a wish , on the way my body makes end and soul pass

That as the sun peaks, to awaken the inhabitants alive

it would grant me the wings to ascend to the sky

That the humidity is mild so I can feel earth's damp air

That the wind is just a breeze, to spread my wings with flair

That the clouds create a hole in a circle that I may proceed through

To make me understand my presence is highly welcomed, in the blue

I wish that It to be as peaceful as the slip into a state of sleep

I suppose that's why they're cousins, escape is so sweet

I wish that the lessons I learned here that were man enforced

are wiped from my canvas, so that simpler things are adorn

I wish for any indiscretion my body may have had in it's shell

is cast as I make it to my destination, to the pits of eternal hell

I wish that the love that I truly enjoyed, would be around my being

That only the happiest and grandest things will be the one's that I'm seeing.

I wish for my send off, to be one in my rest, regardless the age I attain

It's foolish to give numbers so much respect