Last night

Last night

Lying in bed I stayed awake

For many an hour I wished the awakening to end

Then, there came the voice that kept me further awake

Of my death it spoke

Of what not to do with my death it spoke

Of the process to death it spoke

Of what lies ahead it spoke

Of what goes beyond it spoke

Was it the death that spoke?

That I don't know

That I won't know

So I tossed around in my bed

Wishing the chanting preaching soon comes to an end

t'is finally to an end