apathetic epitaph

I don't have
Much longer to go.
Seven years and I'll do away
With myself.
So I ask
Why not?
Let's explore the world;
And hear grass breathe,
Hear the moon sing,
And dance with music inside me.
I want to feel words,
And be a statement,
And lie in thoughts as I see
Future and past fly by me;
Past posters of gods
With guitars.
I won't care about people dying
Or the ignorant ranting on the street.
I'll smile when someone insults me,
Because they won't feel this,
Or see the simplicity.
So I heard it from a friend;
A friend and a song
By a band all velvety.
Maybe I'll try it.
I probably will;
And two words when I die,
Carved into stone:
"Why not?"