Have you ever thought about it?
Really asked yourself what happens when you wither off?
I ask you, could my name have been May or Grant?
Am I the only one who feels we never really die?
We came to be, yes
But when we die, will our souls still live and our bodies disintegrate?
In the ground we lay, staying put
And for our soul it runs with the wind
Full of energy, something just like yourself
A different human you could be created into when you die
Only when you die, you don’t remember a single thought or feeling
You are left with a soul just waiting to grow up all over again
Left thoughtless
Left there to start all over
No one will ever know if this is true
Only if
We could die and live to tell the day
So I am here left to wonder
Could it be crazy?
One theory with no answers