Going Out In Style

We can’t stop time,
We can’t stop death,
But in my mind
and before my last breath,
I’ll make my last days something to talk about.

I’ll change my direction
and change my goals;
No time for reflection
about saving my soul;
I’ll plan my last hours so that no one will forget.

And when I’m finally through
on this mundane plane,
Shoot me into the blue
with a firecracker’s flame,
So that my last moments will be beautiful to see.

I want to go out in style
with no tears or fright,
Flying mile after mile
through a starry night,
Until I explode into a million brilliant lights.

Lora Frikken ~ 4-2-05