And then
When I die
I want to be found dancing.
Shaking my booty, so deep in the cut
The beat could not help but follow.

I want to be found
Savoring the juice of my favorite fruit, or
Putting on a new suite
Inhaling the fragrances of a hibiscus
Unafraid, throwing caution to the wind
Willing to risk it.

I want to be found
In a pair of high heels and a short skirt or
Planting sunflower seeds, hands deep in dirt
I want to be running outside in the rain getting wet,
Realizing that first moment of friendship of someone I recently met

I want to be found
Making a difference in someone’s life
Sharing some new insight-excepting my plight

I want to be found in New York City
Hanging out at Washington Park, just walking around
Hoping to see that dog that jumps four feet off the ground
Singing a love song, gospel or jazz
Happy to know love knows no distant or time
Or finding a love that will last, not fast
Passing on a joke that still makes me laugh
So hard it bends me in half

I want to be found
With my friends who have become my family
Or searching the skies through a camera lens

I want to be found
Playing a violin …….For Real

It’s very simple you see
When I die
I want to be
found full of life cause
It’s my life
which will set me free.