I died last Spring and this is what I think
Too many morons think they know what comes
Although they’ve never even seen the brink
They’ve never even heard the beating drums
The woman with no arms embraced my ghost
We stood up on a mount of snow and ice
Of all the people there, it seemed the most
persistent ones were clueless, dead, and nice.
I tried to jump, but I was told to stop
It wasn’t time for me to be below
I still had things to do there at the top
I knew that there were things I didn’t know
My death was just the end of life for me
This second life is mine; it’s clear and free.