I’m sat here thinking as clouds pass me by,
That one day my body will pack up and die.
But its not so depressing, not so much as you think
I could fly in my next life, be purple or pink!
I could wear candy clothes that feed hungry birds
Express only love and much kindness through words.
I could dance on the sea and I wouldn’t fall in
Make my own drum out of tree bark and tin.
My hair would be silk and my skin velvet soft
And my house would be glass, from the basement to loft.
I’d never see war but if anger did rise,
They’d fight with balloons and throw strawberry pies.
Each tree would talk, a sweet greeting for all
The flowers would sing through the springtime to fall.
The sun would shine bright on each winter’s day
From morning till noon we’d do nothing but play.
But the best thing of all would be meeting the souls
Who once lived as humans or hamsters or moles.
Their next life is bright and cheery I bet,
A freedom for all, not owned as a pet.
I cherish this life but I no longer fear
The end of this life… and the next to appear.
