I've never before realized
How much of myself
Was in places
Other then where I was currently at
But in everyone I've ever loved
Whether mutual or not
Everyone I've ever known
Has a little speck of myself in them
My breath has streached to each coast
From the Big Apple to Santa Cruz
And all points in between
And even further still
Until you would be hard pressed
To find a land
That hasn't tasted a drop of my blood
My heartbeat has been heard
In the Valley of the Dead
And my thoughts resonate in Venician cafes
In the heart of Japan
School children speak of me as if
I were a legend of folklore
But I'm taking it all back tonight
From the Sonora mountains
Where my childhood was spent
To the Mississippi River
Where I lost my mind
For a while
It all comes back to me
All of the energy I've placed
In every place I've been
Is on it's way home
So that I may implode properly
And be devoured utterly
By myself
Goodnight my friends
~Matt Magus
