when I die
my mind will fly
into the sky
when I take a look around
staring back toward the ground
I'll find a nice horse to become
lay in the field and itch my bum
get spooked by dogs, go on a run
eat fresh green grass, nap in the sun
do all the things that can be done
and when the day is over
and I've had my fill of clover
I will lift my tail
and leave a trail
of small and squishy boulders
