I’m not the body that dies
on missing a beat or one breath.
I’m not the mind, so fickle,
I’m in heaven one moment, and next in hell.

I’m the moments I live,
not the ones, in which I just exist.
I’m the dreams I dream,
those fulfilled, and not just yet.

I am the occasions I grace
and those, missed, where I am.
I am the words I spoke,
those I wrote, and those I will.

I am all that I create,
and the stuff that I catalyse.
I am the love I receive,
and all of it that I spread.

Don’t cry, when I die,
for I never really will.