I am tired on this earth
With dreams and dreams
That gust of wind blow away
Soon as they come.
I do not want the air either
For there the wind lives
With his sweeping wings.
I am sea bound
Where the bounties of life are
But I will avoid the sharks
And ask amity of tunas and mackerel
Open my mouth and swallow plankton
Freely and effortlessly.
If the torrents of the tides
Swirl me in and I am no more
I prefer to feed the sharks and the crocodiles
Than allow men to make a crypt for me
Eat and drink and make merriment
That I have gone.
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