You Found Me Dead

It’s midnight out my window

Though I have yet to dream

Tomorrow is today now

Without the morning beams

It’s in the night when I do

Take trips within the mind

My thoughts begin to be

The hollow, twisted kind

I question how it'd be

If I to you had said,

“The doctor claims I’m sick, dear,

Six months till I am dead.”

It blows my brains to think

That people know this fear

For me will this come true

Sometime within the year?

No really, take the time

To wonder what we’d do

Would lies all of a sudden

Begin to turn to truth?

We'd crawl beneath the sheets

And make the purest love

I might, too, turn to guidance

From unseen Lords above

To strangers on the street

I’d reach and shake their hand

Then pull them in much closer

To join me in my dance

Withdrawal from my old purse

The lame and petty cash

And pass it out to bums

So they could get their hash

I’d take a trip to London

To rest upon Jim’s grave

And weep at his own passing

To light from product slave

My mother would be near me

She’d hold me like before

And in her gentle rocking

Her love I would adore

I’d kiss all of the lips

My eyes would fall upon

I’d love all of my people

Before my time was gone

And I would take a boat

Onto a blue lagoon

Sing songs to ukuleles

While gazing at the moon

I’d dress well to the nines

Be draped from head to toe

The next day I’d walk freely

Around with zero clothes

Bring to me all the finest

Cheese, herbs, and Paris wines

Prepare for me a table

Let’s drink, and laugh, and dine!

I’d cry when all alone

Surrendering my will

Not knowing why it was

My body had gone ill

Then maybe I would see

Some things that I don’t now

Take one last gaze on fields

Inside of me to plow

Appears as though our lives

Grow like the grass in Spring

From knowing that one day

Death’s bell is sure to ring

So Anna, how can I

Live out my life as such

Release the narrow view

And ride the mortal rush?

I think it boils down

To really just one thing

You hear this from a song

The Beatle boys did sing

No matter what you know

From textbooks that you read

Life’s really very simple

‘Cause “love is all you need”.

Dear folks, to you I’d say

The thing’s I’ve never said

But only felt I could

Before you found me dead