On Still

What is where?

The end is near.

Think, what if, I say;

You have to leave the ones, dear?

The things, you love the most,

Your name,

Would abandon you,

Much sooner than later.

The fresh beginnings await you,

Awakes You;

From the deep sleep you fear;

You rise above, pettiness, narrowness;

Free from everywhere.

On still, fight everything; common, you dare.