The Afterlife Pt. I

I can't explain why
 the night sky
 won't let me sleep
 It aint like I'm tired
 of sunshine
 but when the wind blows
 through the dark trees
 and the stars puzzle me
 I somehow no longer fear dyin
 No one may ever know
 just what we are
 but we're certainly bound for the soil
 never to be destroyed
 only to be transformed
 into particles of the whole
 I believe in something large and powerful
 that doesn't know a thing,
 I believe in something small and beautiful
 that lives in everything
 in the breath of the afterlife
 you can write your name
 on the window of every car
 and still won't mean anything
 anything at all
 on the dawn of your waking
 you will find all you need
 is right there at your feet.