when i die, my atoms will come undone; and to space dust i'll be once again.
the wind will carry me; scatter me everywhere like dandelions in the spring.
i'll visit worlds and distant moons;
i will greet the lady on the moon and follow the map of stars we dreamed of when we were young.
i will sleep in a hammock of space dust and live in this universe that will be called my home.
for i will be free, but not at peace.
yes, i have the universe but i would rather live in a simple small world full of hate and fear with you than to live in the stars, alone.
