He came dancing across the water
With his galleons and guns
Cortez, Cortez
What a killer
He came dancing across the water
With his galleons and guns
Cortez, Cortez
What a killer
In the final moments
Of my existence
Here in this dimension
As reality folds in
Upon itself
I manage to get in
One last
The tree, is real
The leaves have fallen from it
Rain has flooded the forest floor
Sharp rays raking the dull air
Sand
Grain by grain
Wave by wave
Tide by tide
Laid down
Layer upon layer
Until the shoreline
Rises
To admire the beauty of existence
To see the connection of all things
To look within, to my deepest self
Of course
This also altered my sense
Of beauty
Or was it rather
A prophecy?