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Death is an Asset


Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep I am a thousand light years away, I am the oats that start your day. I am your squats down to the grass, I am the muscle in your mass. I am a star up in the sky, I am the bar that you lift high. When your mind begins to drift, I am the rush that lends you a lift. When people stare and admire, I am your charm, I am your fire. When your life seems like it’s trapped under ice, I am there to motivate and give you advice. Do not stand at my grave and cry. I am not there, I did not die
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