from february to march

good bye february with your troubling ways, I am leaving you for good. lucky I am to be saying this; we will never meet again. I am leaving you behind, with your dusk days and your grey, soaked streets. you can have them all to yourself. keep the late, sleepless nights, early tired mornings and the long days, which dragged slowly by. and keep all the question with no answers, the thoughts of regret and the silence filled to the brim with noises of a crowded, clouded mind. keep them all to yourself. I do not want them ahead.
because I am leaving you for march.
march with its light, fresh breeze filled with hope and belief of future dreams. since march is on the verge to spring, with almost green trees alongside the street, march will behold the triumph of goals and the settlement of the aim of heart. march will give me a brand new start.
and I will walk up and down the roads with ease, a determined mind and confidence and self belief. no shadow will cast itself on my parade, though thunderstorms may come, they will leave me with a sprinkled, shimmering water stain, glistening in the sun. by them I will grow, a few more centimeters higher from the ground. because whatever anyone will try, whatever anyone will do, no one will be able to get me from running away from you. february, with your dark hours. good bye.
I am leaving you for the greater good, the best that is yet to come. for the sunny days, sipping coffee at open-air cafés, and strolling in the park. I am leaving you for the lit marlboro light in the setting dark.
what the future holds knows only a rare few, still I know I will not spend my future with you.