When I fall asleep,
Do not grieve,
For I shall be but resting
In the warm sun
By an unruffled lake
On a day so lazy
Even the insects zzzzz.

Therefore mourn not for me,
For I shall be but dozing
With the book of life
Open on my chest
To the place
Where I left off reading,
But there is more.

When I hear a shout,
I shall startle awake,
Pick up my book,
Turn the page,
And begin a new chapter.
And you’ll be in it.

And you.
And you.
And you.
And you.
And you.
And you.
You’ll all be in in it too.