One day
I'm going to be returned to the earth
And the law of conservation of mass states
That matter is neither created or destroyed
So I will never really cease to exist.
We all will live forever.
There will be pieces of me
Growing little girls
And feeding baby birds
And swirling in the ocean
If I could be anywhere
I'd like it to be in a current
Always moving.
Maybe it's my nomadic roots,
But I can never be still.
I'm always moving
Always changing
Always finding something to live for
And as long as I have something to live for
My homecoming to the soil is irrelevant
So somebody
Please
Make sure I always have a plan b
Make sure there's always space for more goose bumps
More items to check off the bucket list
More things to live for
Because lately
I've been running a little bit low
