​I have learned that
​forgetfulness is futile.
​My memory, endures.
​Some place, music
​plays to the dead,
​and I see you there –
​an iceberg of the mind.
​
​Yet, I can say to life –
​everything is a
passing breeze.
​To be detached
from pain, is to be
​detached from life.
​Just a subtle
​change of airs.