I said I want to lay down on the moss.
On the clover and the liverwort. And so I did. To think that's the making of my own.
Then the world went numb, and in it, I got lost.
I shimmer like smoke now, I am a ghost. I wander through ferns. There's me, the trees, pollen and bees...
In the night I sit in the grass. I watch the moon, raw and shining. And I think...
How I want to float along the cosmic river, and I want to drink the sky. I want to touch the stars, just them and I. I want to drink the ocean, I want to be the sea. Beneath the cosmic river, only the moon and me.
I come and I go like a stray, no name, no home, no where to stay.
I sleep neath the ferns, I drink the sky and I feel the rain.
And despite all that, I remain.