The world is just how I left it
When sleep took me a few hours agoThe morning light of the sun
is shining bright in my eyes
and the city is stirring again
Strange to awoken once more
Nonetheless nice to be here
when the morning light
strikes through my window cell
I can see the city stir below
sweet melodies reach my ear
Would they still be singing if we never woke from our much needed sleep? Their song of light, I guess, would never end, no matter if we were to end. End up ten feet below, amongst our ancestors, with our essence floating around. I know who I would haunt, no fun going through the light when you can spend eternity on earth amongst the living, yet youcan not die since you are dead. Wonder how that would be, don't you?
2 comments:
not experimenting with bad thoughts are you?
*hugies* take care of yourself:)
nah I was more or less considering what if I died;then I wouldn't move thowards the light I'd haunt you guys:P
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