Simple to My Existence

As I sit & ponder of what I wish to be in my next life

I am suddenly overwhelmed by an epiphany

And covered with joy in that glorious moment of promising insight

I will be reborn as a speck of cotton dust

But not just any cotton dust, I want to be the kind of cotton

That grows on that beautiful Silk Cotton Tree

So that when the day comes for me to bloom

From that hard shell, boll and into that beautiful

Off white color, Soft and heavenly cotton

My friend the Wind will carry me

High into the abyss where no one can touch me

I will flow freely for hours with no worries

Drifting against the wind and the wind

Will be the only one to embrace me

You humans will only admire from below

You will envy my out of this world ability to fly

I will leave you in awe with the thought of how I managed to be so soft

You will burn in regret to have not thought of it first

To be reborn as just a tiny lint of cotton

That tiny speck you can only see when the rays of the sun

Shines down at that perfect angle

Yes! I will be that small! and when the wind finally gets tired

Of carrying me higher and higher, you will try to grab me

But nothing will come to satisfy you because the more you try

The more frustration will build

That space of nothingness from which you violently claw into

Will create a gust of wind That will carry me further away

I might crash and stick onto you and yes, you might breathe me in

And I just might get stuck inside you

But that will be my GLORIOUS MOMENT

Living as an un-noticeable Meaningless thing

My life will be short and therefor I will no longer suffer

That long agonizing pain that you humans put yourselves through

That I once, put myself through.