when I’m gone I’m not awake I’m not asleep I’m still aware I know I’m me
do not weep for keep your tears they are your own but there I lie I’m not down deep
I became everything yet nothing at all I fly through the air to the ends of the
universe it sings the nursery rhyme the wind blows I’m the tinkling wind chime
like a thought like a feeling like nothing but blackness and memory of me like an old fashioned telephone keeps on ringing I became the sun the moon the rain the clouds the wind the clear blue sky and the green choppy sea.