I sat an observer: never to participate, but diligent in taking notes on what to mimic later.

Notes on being human.

I want see the sun rise from every place
 to cement that we are momentary.

I want to see the moon fall from its bed
 to break our shuffle, and send us falling with it.

I want to crack open every book
 and read all of us, in one sitting.

I want to spill out every fiber of my being
 into life, until no more can trickle out, and I'm finally wilted.

I want the last thing I see to be my face, well worn and warm.
 I want to know that I was born, and I died knowing that I was great.