Farewell Part I

“When my time arrives I want to fly a kite And finally rekindle the research on light When the day of my life majestically passes by My bed in the woods will forever lie In what mysterious form will my state of matter Distil my state of mind while train tracks flatter The miles of dust that my feet have flattened The array of cities that my eyes have scouted I don’t intend for city streets to stop their lives Just to see their busy beams one last time To stay awake and watch the dawn I will not fight My weary mind is tired, and I shall wave good-bye What difference does it make if you made a difference? If your theory on love and care lends no credence I still believe that trees have no feelings But I still wouldn’t hurt them, nor cut them for ceilings.

“When my time arrives I want to fly a kite

And finally rekindle the research on light

When the day of my life majestically passes by

My bed in the woods will forever lie

In what mysterious form will my state of matter

Distil my state of mind while train tracks flatter

The miles of dust that my feet have flattened

The array of cities that my eyes have scouted

I don’t intend for city streets to stop their lives

Just to see their busy beams one last time

To stay awake and watch the dawn I will not fight

My weary mind is tired, and I shall wave good-bye

What difference does it make if you made a difference?

If your theory on love and care lends no credence

I still believe that trees have no feelings

But I still wouldn’t hurt them, nor cut them for ceilings.

I rejoice watching foliage in the midst of May

One of many things I’ll miss that will linger and stay

But when my time comes, I will not look away

I’ll just lie and wait for the sun’s last ray…”

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