Reincarnartion on Bleeker St. Rapidly discussing the afterlife with a stranger If reincarnation is it, We agree, We likely wouldn't come back as anything worthy I'd probably be a worm in the sludge on the corner of Bleeker I'd take it... If it meant i could carry on existing Hauling or hurling myself over dirt on planet earth Still hurting but learning to embody whatever shell the decider assigns me next If left up to me... I'd be a bird With wings to spread and a flock to lend a sense of direction and purpose Wild and chirping perched somewhere by the sea Particularly, I'd love to be that parrot in ometepe Observing travelers traipsing through the jungle Mocking their disturbant noises of pleasure Watching their amusement when I do my best impression of a human Feeding on some fruit and improving tIhe view with my vibrant beauty I'll make them wonder: who thought me up and by my very existence they'll believe in a God She'll give me an approving nod And I'll know then my job was done Will that be the end of the run? Will a screen pop up with a message telling me 'well done'? After that, what will I become? Do I get another turn? A level-up? Does it all go black with the Makers clap? Do I get a call back or zapped up into the zone of Heavenly Clones patting my back welcoming me home? Who really knows Im hopeful there's more beyond my final breath That I pass if this is all just a test Even though my desk was a crowded mess and my distractions got the best of my attention My intentions weren't always set in the right direction But they were pure, if you consider purity a trite invention Whatever the ending involves, im all strapped in ready to take it on Hopefully I get around by flight and not squirming
Reincarnartion on Bleeker St.
Rapidly discussing the afterlife with a stranger
If reincarnation is it,
We agree,
We likely wouldn't come back as anything worthy
I'd probably be a worm
in the sludge
on the corner of Bleeker
I'd take it...
If it meant i could carry on existing
Hauling or hurling myself over dirt
on planet earth
Still hurting
but learning to embody whatever shell the decider assigns me next
If left up to me... I'd be a bird
With wings to spread and a flock to lend a sense of direction and purpose
Wild and chirping
perched somewhere by the sea
Particularly, I'd love to be that parrot in ometepe
Observing travelers traipsing through the jungle
Mocking their disturbant noises of pleasure
Watching their amusement
when I do my best impression of a human
Feeding on some fruit and improving tIhe view with my vibrant beauty
I'll make them wonder: who thought me up
and by my very existence they'll believe in a God
She'll give me an approving nod
And I'll know then my job was done
Will that be the end of the run?
Will a screen pop up with a message telling me 'well done'?
After that, what will I become?
Do I get another turn?
A level-up?
Does it all go black with the Makers clap?
Do I get a call back or zapped up into the zone of Heavenly Clones patting my back welcoming me home?
Who really knows
Im hopeful there's more beyond my
final breath
That I pass if this is all
just a test
Even though my desk was a
crowded mess and my distractions
got the best of my attention
My intentions weren't always
set in the right direction
But they were pure,
if you consider purity a trite invention
Whatever the ending involves,
im all strapped in ready to take it on
Hopefully I get around by flight and not
squirming