Thank You For Letting Me Go

Down here isn’t a caravan of wishes;
No worries about nights with enough sleep
For mad monies made,
For locks not dreading our heads,
For forgiveness unasked for,
And the many times we wouldn’t need penance.

The problem with penance
Is it never changes these wishes;
No wish for a life to die for,
No building castles only while we sleep,
No gambling and losing our tails to heads,
And waking up still unmade.

Down here the life is already made,
Penance is useful to only the living,
No states needing heads.
And what I have is gratitude, not wishes.
There’s life in this lemon of permanent sleep,
And it’s all I’ll ever be grateful for.

Leonell