When I Die
When I die will I have known I took a trip to Dubai?
Or when I once sailed along the Caspian Sea
Will that time and place remember me?
Will I have known I toured the African plain?
Or trailed the Black Forest in the rain.
Will I remember I smoked ganja with a Rasta man?
As we laid bare across the white Caribbean sand.
When I die will it matter that I went to Dubai?
While my spirit filters through the ages still restless and cold
I will hitchhike a Boeing to haunt Abbey Road.
Wear the crowns and the jewels that queens once wore
and borrow a mink coat for my Paris tour.
Will you see my shadow as I drift through the snow?
Climbing atop of Mt Kilimanjaro.
Oh why, oh why did I go to Dubai?
When I visit my grave where my family still mourns
Replacing my flowers that have withered and torn.
I will ascend Mt Rushmore to sit on George’s face
While counting the stars and staring into space
Stowaway on the Challenger on its next mission,
raising my flag to claim my position.
I will return to earth and rest by a tall redwood tree
Tired from my journey as I sip hot lemongrass tea
I told a lie, I never went to Dubai
But I did once love that Caribbean man
as we made a print still engraved in the sand.
I have been restless in life as I will be death
For I want to feel freedom knowing I have little time left.
Go easy on me God for you have known my heart
I may have not been the best, but I did my part.
But doing my part isn't good enough for me
Because I live in a world that I’m dying to see.
Copyright © Nora Gibson | Year Posted 2019
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