we are in time a mote of dust
a pin prick in an ocean sky
while some may catch the comet’s flare
each one of us is doomed to die
what causes some to burn so bright
when most live out their lives in night
i’d like to dance above the clouds
do cartwheels over mountains high
chase rainbows to the valley’s end
and grow two wings so i might fly
these things i may not do on earth
but will in spirit with rebirth