At the end of the day
What sort of bugs me...

Behold the river as day breaks.
Ebbing its way to mountain lakes...

Miss me while I'm still alive.
While it is still possible to be all the more...

A statement of my intent,
Maybe even a brief entry of a journal...

What it should be...
Love is an unswerving dedication...

Please remove yourself from my mind,
As you have it in an awful muddle...

I enjoy the company of the night,
The darkness appeals ever so...

I am going to enjoy my life,
Much to the disappointment of my parents...

They fought for pride,
They fought inside...

I am but a fallen leaf in the wind.
No one will look twice to watch me travel yonder...

The sound of fir cones crunching beneath my feet...
Taking pleasure in the bluebells as they sway with...

Of all those about to die
Let my name, Leonidas, be remembered...