What Becomes of Me

When you get this message,
I'll be miles away I'm leaving,
But I still have so much to say,
So please keep on reading
Cause when I slip this mortal coil,
Commit these bones to soil,
A legacy of dust at most,
A ghost I'll remain.

Soon you'll see
What becomes of me,
Another trip around the sun,
The righteous race has just begun,
We crawl we walk and then we run
And maybe fly,
We fly.

Yes I could rule the world
And face the competition,
But even if the path was clear,
I don't share that ambition.
You won't see me circle back,
But it's not grace I lack.
A requiem for life I chose
To close the book of days.

Do you remember
How forever came to be
Darkness then a blinding flash of light,
So suddenly,
In an instant,
Countless stars and planets filled the void
Created all from nothingness
Or something else destroyed.