One day
I won't wake up
to begin another day of living
that I love so much
I won't sit at my computer like I
do now
nor will I look at my walls
at myself in the mirror
having died, I'd like
once more
to visit, just pass by
pause as the wind invisible
to read a line I wrote
sometime somewhere on a wall
"I'm born to do only good
I'm happy, I try the best
I can"
I could still have tried
moving on, I look back
I'm happy the way i died
