It's
difficult to think there's something after.
Sure, someone will remember me::::for a
generation maybe two. But it's difficult to
think that I'll somehow be there when they're
squabbling over the grave. Know what I mean?
I ain't no Jim Morrisson::::and even
if::::Think He appreciates all those flowers?
I mean, if you're so bound to the grave, then
it's pretty miserable, eh? If you just follow
to the grave::::it's kind of boring. Gotta
hang. So it's not that. And if you're
everywhere, over everybody you've ever loved
heads'::::I don't know::::kind of dizzy.
What
is death? I believe in afterlife::::Why not?
But what is an afterlife? Come back as a
frog::::'cuz of all the flies you've swatted?
Ethereal::::always liked that.
Best
to just live life. Let it go when you die.
Know that. Maybe we'd all hold life more
precious..
And
pain. What is that? I mean, I feel it. But
maybe it's the same as death.
Unsubstantialble. Just like time::::I mark
it. All are illusions. This is reality now.