to the dirt we will return
after the ship of life has sailed away from the sights of our vision
after the afternoon bell has struck its final ring
and rusted its hands onto the earth
we shall become a night everlasting, and fade
with the unknown knowledge of what is beyond the horizon
and cling to comfort like we're being pulled away from loving arms
dissolve to water, we shall
and to air we will be breathed into
lungs of oxygen, nitrogen and carbon.
little atoms of matter and degrees of mass
to the cycle we will return
after the warmth is taken from our core
and the piper awaits us at the door
we need not build ourselves a wooden container
the world is our coffin