That's My Emerald Bed

I live in the emerald green hue
I am at the transition of tomorrows world
This world is almost into the no more
I will walk the streets for a few more days
I'll watch people in the sun with destiny
I will see their worldly places
And I will feel their knowing comfort

Yet I will know that I am almost no longer
The goodbye is almost here
I am anxious to be moving into the emerald
The green seems almost cathartic
To begin again
To wipe the slate clean
I imagine for some that would be difficult

But the amount of human muck
Has left me with a sour mouth
And there just isn't enough mouth wash

Imagining using the same apparatus again
Is unfathomable to me
It is enough that I would risk it again
Actually it would be nice to opt out