Before I Die

I am not scared of the dark anymore 

I feed on it, as it feeds on my soul 

I am a learner, the surfer of waves

 Of highs and lows, I reckon my ways

 I dance on the fire, sparked by me

 I fool my mind into what it could be

 I become ecstatic and slide away

 As the fools sleep in night

 I celebrate my own day 

I sit by the flowers and miss the bees 

If the nectar be no more, the honey shall cease

 I blow the tendrils, the plant need not stay 

Let the wind blow with it, let it sway 

I kiss the night goodbye 

I welcome the dawn and light 

I see the sun blend with wind 

The cold and rough subside 

I rest with zest in grave

 Until I am no more 

The body I shall leave

 My spirit amuses in galore

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