Might the wind find the body on my skin.
Relate to those the thought of the finding.
Not the stone but the bird yelling.
Air and sun may be the ones not to complain.
About the pain I gain wisdom and so it remains the same.
Smiling like a young baby with dark, natural beard.
So called night when not sleeping awakes the morning I forgot.
So it goes, shall go till it falls: another to carry all.
Beginning is old, continuing is maturing, feeling and doing.
Get together with the no one and build the world for all.
Meet the new with the old and realize this song.