On Carriage held but just ourselves and Immortality
I cannot stop for death
One man’s heart breaking
Is another woman’s birth
I cannot live in vain
For there has never been
Another one quite like me
Not I, unto the nest again
Descendent divinity shall wrap
All my mortal wounds
Filling me with light
Hope is the thing with feathers
That fly on dreams that dance
At every dawn, at every twilight
I cannot stop for death
But I must risk it all
To live the life I want
Death will not ask me for directions
When it is to Immorality
Of the soul for which I walk
I know no haste, for I believe
In my appointed hour and place
I cannot stop for death
For Fate has me in his civility
I labour past leisure for a cause
Of which all previous acts accumulate
I cannot stop for death
For eternity will feel jaded
If I stop for long for anyone.
Wuji Seshat 