The cocoon that infuses myself with life is made of love. I am within a forest, a lake, a temple, and a journey into the vastness of existence that tells me how to be happy instant by instant. It is a cocoon as a forest where I won't be remembered. It is a cocoon as a lake where I'll be loved. It is a cocoon as a the temple where I'll be found. I'll be found, but I won't be remembered. Although you don't remember me, I will be found again and again whistling through the grass of time that caresses your feet each time you laugh.