My Soul Is Migrating...

My soul is migrating from this place to the other.... My uneasy chair of poesy is lifting its heavy weight of trials and tribulations! who am I to play me as cinque! I stagger on this weary way. The turns and twists can not let me stay! I am not a chattel of the sins which I sense around me! Chrysalis I'll rather be, hiding me under a leaf, I shall feel free, to sing the song of life! Borrowing stillness from the vacuum of time, I'll ride on peace! My soul is migrating like a swan of a far-off abode, from where I came, there I'll go!