What I've learned
I learned to live in the box called life
And in that box are other boxes
Family
School
Work
Social
Relationships
Spending my whole life in a box
Then I think of death
There's no way I want to spend the rest in a box in the ground
I rather be cremated
Out some full things in my will
Splash some ashes in someone's face from my past
Divide me up to be shared
What's ever left do a few things
Out me in a bottle with a note
Saying call this # tell them how far I've gone
Send a picture and put $ in the bottle and send me off to sea
At the end when the bottle is filled send me home
And hope my family can enjoy nice people's photos with me
The rest spread into the wind
I don't care if I don't get far
What I've learned
Is to enjoy ever second
And see life the way I want to see it
And live outside the boxes they put me in
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