I think I should sleep,
So my sanity, I'll keep,
Reading textbooks deep.
How can text be read
When eyes have become no more
And your body's dead?
How can text be heard?
If the ears to hear are gone
Can you hear the word?
How can you, "the mind"
Smell the sweet fragrance of wine
When your nose is gone.
When nought can get through
To the mind/spirit that's you
Will you know what's true?
Be sure you're correct.
In death you cannot forget
Nor gain more knowledge.
That which created
"You," the mind that developed
Will be cremated.
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