i was a cicada.
i was born last night, as the sun sank low in the sky.
i rose up from the ground, as the dead do in my dreams.
i was a cicada.
i ate and ****** and lived and died, in the darkness without light.
i sang and danced and laughed and cried, but it's morning now and i've lost my sight.
i was a cicada.
i have grown so tired from my life.
i will rest here on this tree and die.
i was a cicada.