“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…”