you've overgrown the body that contains your living soul
Surrendered it to follies that could never make you whole
And every single vine has cast a shadow on your skin
retired you to darkness made of something held within
Consider it a glimpse of what you truly want to see
forever has an eye beyond the thought of you and me
And if you want to follow every person you have won
I'll disappear completely and return to you a song
you may consider writing while the music feeds your bones
but it will not continue when you've eaten what they've known
There's nothing less eternal than the cells we cannot hold
They'll paint some kind of pretense in the stories they have told
The flesh is only flesh if we command our human's way
forget we are eternal as we try to run the day
title and inspiration taken from Margaret Wise Brown's, "Goodnight Moon"