Is the weather nice in heaven?
Do you have the choice to be 80 or 7?
If so, what age did you choose?
Do you still like to sit and watch the news?
Or do you spend your time in your workshop?
Knowing that time will never stop
I like to think you're building your spiral lamp
Working until you get a cramp
I like to think you're having fun
Doing all the things you always wanted to get done
I like to think you're with me
Helping me see
The open doors
And picking me up off of the floor
I know you hid my grinder
As a reminder
That I will be okay
Even if I'm not today
I always rely on my weed
So that I don't have to bleed
Is that why you wanted me to write?
To show me the world can still be bright?
It's not the same without you
Sometimes I wonder, do you miss me too?
It's so hard to let you go
But so easy to miss you, so
I write these lines
Knowing I'm going to read them a thousand times
I just hope you listen
These rhymes are my addiction