People say that when you die
Your life spins before your eyes
And you can think quite clearly and surmise
What you did wrong and how to make amends,
By then its too late and the story ends.
And any thoughts you might have shed
And all the things you might have said
Are washed away like teardrops in the rain.
My big idea is to make a moment,
When everyone who ever shares it
Will understand that nothing is solid as it seems,
That reality is just somewhere in between.
That machines and stones and bricks and bones
Have dreams beyond the stars,
That life is quick and young and gone,
Just like snow on Mars.
