I want to work my vision
and make a story,
a story of the crazy,

for the crazy,
to pass to the man
who says that he is sane.

Trapping those who walk the borderline,
those with a mind to or
with a mind not to.

I commend my soul
to the vastness beyond,
I beg thee, bathe me, cleanse me.

Take my talents and possessions
that I leave here on earth.

Scatter them, share them.
To bear witness of fresh new birth.

They will bury me
under a star lit sky
beside a sinless tree.