Will we wake up in the body of a buffalo, running through the fields with our old friends? Or will we sleep with our favorite ghosts? I'm just wondering what comes at the end. I hope I meet you again. You'll be a hummingbird. And I'll be a bumblebee.
And we will fall in love in our new skin. We will talk all night about our philosophies. As we lay wondering what comes at the end… I hope I meet you again.