My play is done

Ever rising, ever falling, the tides never cease Back and forth, the reins of time flows my wind-laced song, float in the breeze I feel as though i felt the pull, still rolling on I go The vacant throng, their buoyant face The shining attire, its pleasures gone I'd rather don a vagabond dress rough and frayed, tatty and torn In life's race, the surging torrent I stumble again and again biased by the hidden undercurrent This madness drives me insane Beyond all sorrows, beyond tears whose bliss cannot be framed by words My beard grows white, of the worn-out years sickened by the Sun, Moon, and nightborn birds Nor the glory of dawn could last The sun rages strong, in streaks of red The futures are the repeated cycles of past The dual sap of days and nights, battered over my sleeping bed For what is death? without the outrage of soul Where fear holds the hungry knife This clump of flesh, been measured and rolled But the harvest is fresh, ready to ripe The cracks of lightning, the thunderstorms Are all pleasant to watch I strike off my fetter, break the norm to feel their thunder touch So let me drown in permanence, In me I hold, all the immutable forms The laws of nature keeps the silence To absorb all the considered opinions and frees, the crying need to be someone All these are but empty dreams that veil thy face of me I am sick of these unending scenes O Mother! make me free. Ever rising, ever falling, the tides never cease My wind-laced song, float in the breeze