Thirty minutes

Let me think for three minutes
The feeling of death for thirty minutes
Away from this noisy earth
Into space, floating, just floating.
What color would go to the past
What numbers would rest on my days
What words would lay on my grave
Who would be at my rebirth?
Let me think for three minutes
The feeling of death for thirty minutes
There with silence and darkness
No troubles, no thoughts of violence
A deviation from all things.
How do I sing the song of life
After I am done listening to the music of death
Thirty minutes, thirty minutes
I want my soul to float
Lighter than air, stronger than earth.
Open my eyes, step out of my coffin
The world is an element
The spiritual realm, is a medium
My soul, my transport
I will live forever.
Wait! Who am I?