About reincarnation
And ever since I’ve been convinced
Thrilled with anticipation
That when I leave this earth It makes my heart feel warm To know that I’ll return In some other form.
But I don’t
want to be a tree
Sticking in the ground
I’d sooner be a flea
I don’t want to be a flower Waiting by the hour
Hoping for pollens to alight on me. So when I cease to be
I want to go back I want to go back
I want to go back
to the sea
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