Dead speaks to me

Soft wind kisses my face like a rayon ghost
While I watch the hot sun rising
Just like you always did.
I feel you here whispering  
"Baby don't let life be anything less  
Than everything it needs to be.
The moment I died I was in the pocket of paradise.
I knew tomorrow would come yet I'd lived like it wouldn't.
I'd doubled up on dreams and dares  
To show the world I could do whatever.
I know I moved away from you baby  
And I realize you missed me.
But you need to remember that you left me too.
Looking back, honey, do you regret that choice?  
We are both dreamers and fighters and lovers and thinkers.
The world can't handle us and will never understand.
So stop trying baby.  I did.  
I stuck my middle finger up at commitments and convention and left the rat race.
Baby you just don't know what will come in each second.
Feel free to control what you can and take
Whatever you like that life presents.
Make yourself happy.
Because when I died sitting there with my cigarette and coffee
Looking at my handmade paradise,  
I was in my own fucking moment  
That never ended.  
And this IS and will ALWAYS be  
The last piece of wisdom Daddy has for you:
Don't over-think it baby. "