When the time comes...
I want a large festival named after Mark Twain,
I want the streets to be cloaked in color,
I want peopleto ride in on horseback lightsaber in hand,
I want the wind to be whispering the best puns the world has to offer to the trees,
So that trees can laugh, giggle, snicker, and chortle with fluffy forest friends,
I want music of every kind playing across the living mountains and through the clouds and rain I envy,
I want it to rain so hard that persons of all shapes and sizes are forced to take off their heavy drenched clothes and just dance in their underwear, playing with glow-in-the-dark footballs with Lionel,
I want absolutely no lights,
I want the ugliest girl in the world to appear to be the most beautiful under the sun of the night,
I want everyone to come only by bicycle, skateboard, foot and any other non-mechanical way,
Not for the earth but because i don't like the sound smell of look,
But most of all...
I want to leave a legacy,
Not a huge one, just big enough to live forever...
In the back of one's mind,