The Afterlife Pt. II

I can't explain why
the night sky
won't let me sleep
It aint like I'm tired
of sunshine
but when the wind blows
through the dark trees
and the stars puzzle me
I somehow no longer fear dyin

No one may ever know
just what we are
but we're certainly bound for the soil
never to be destroyed
only to be transformed
into particles of the whole

I believe in something large and powerful
that doesn't know a thing,
I believe in something small and beautiful
that lives in everything

in the breath of the afterlife
you can write your name
on the window of every car
and still won't mean anything
anything at all

on the dawn of your waking
you will find all you need
is right there at your feet.