My body is a temple
So only I can destroy it
And that I do,
With every imaginable resource.
I want to wither away,
To melt, to break
Into a million little pieces
So that one day, a child on the street
Will find a piece of me
And think it’s his lucky day.
Or maybe I could flow in the wind
Weightless, part of a fluffy cumulus cloud
Above everyone whole on the ground,
Traveling on great adventures.
Pieces of me will go to outer space,
Where I can look down on mankind
And explore the lives unknown;
Yet, pieces will stay right at home,
The rightful place where I fell apart,
So that everyone who tried to help,
Tried to keep me together,
Can have a token of an attempt
To prevent the creation of a memory.