When I die,
I think my soul
May seek out
Some lonely place,
Like the North Pole,
And I may sit there
All alone
For a very long time.

Maybe there I can contemplate
Why misunderstanding,
Jealousy, and hate
Pervade the human state,
Or maybe I can just forget
All the people I wish I'd never met
And rest in peace,
Albeit, in the cold.

-jenn