I start to see the cracks on my hand My body shrinks, my brain more grand The less I’m here, the closer I am My body shrinks, I’m no more bland Face starts to pucker, it makes me wonder Am I close to finding out?

As my bones start to brittle I think a little, then smile I might get to see them soon I twiddle my thumbs, try to run a mile Collapse and as I do I find out what I wondered And I get to see them, too