At the edge of the place I know where brave people stand there are flowers and chocolates and smoke coming from the beach

There is absolutely no certainty here and every quantum event ripples in infinite many ways like the microscopic and instant waves of the ocean

And I hope I know just who I am

When I come to the end of my life

Will I rise like the morning?

Will I have taken enough of what I needed to take?

The hunger never ends it thinks about forever always as man has done since the start of time

I am sustained by whispers of conversations where my name is said out loud deep into the air