A year has passed, I do believe
I may be breaking free
I still don't see or feel or hear
But somehow I can Be
I know the day, I know the night
It doesn't matter how
I died in summer, felt the change,
And know it's summer now.
I can no longer feel my body
I'm sure it isn't there.
There's no more digging all around me
The atmosphere is bare.
And yet I know that I exist
For I am far from Gone.
The more I grow, the more I Know
And strive to go beyond.