Release my ashes in the winds of mars.
Fill my head with facts and ancient wars.
Drop me off at buildings where I remain
for hours until there is nothing left to gain.

I'll wear a hat and a robe
like many others roaming our globe.
Carrying a ticket, hidden in my frontal lobe.

Once I hopped off my bike and closed its lock
I'll understand no one has the right to mock
me for my inconsistencies.

I intended to be me
so let me be.