The future is never clear
And it’s a possibility
That I will die young
Before life has truly begun
So I say, with a hint of irony
That should this be the case
Scatter my ashes at the place
Where I found peace when I was meek
The old skate park in Weston Creek
Whose curves I know better than a lover
The thought of carving those bowls
Lulls me to sleep when my mind is at ease
And once, when I was in a state of despair
I walked in to heart of the concrete
And written on the walls was the note
‘Love will save your soul’
Those words have stayed with me
And speak about the camaraderie
I found at night underneath the bright lights
Just kick and push and feel alright
So if I reach an early end
Take me to my sweetest friend
And scatter my ashes at Weston Creek skate park
