Pumpkin head
Flower bed
Just a gourd in a garden
What I’d give
For my own
Flesh and bone
For a day

Silly dreams, are they not?
In the end we all decay and rot
Still I wish to live outside
This hallowed head of mine
Did I exist if I was only ever thoughts?

Time is fleeting
Seasons change
I’m a fool
But still, I pray
For my own
Flesh and bone
For one day