Back To the Source

Tears are shed blood drips they mix, poured from living flesh and sweat traveling together, back to the source he wasn't known by many taking a nap in the back seat friend in total control a crash, carried him wings on high glass, metal, road he traveled from one sleep to another we stand united a mob of living praying mourning for the living dead I say living because he livees on for religious: His soul has passed on, flying onto a place beyond the stars his memory continues on in all of us for the skeptic: his body will live on cells, energy, will continue going to back to its poetic source he did us all a favor reminded about life we think so much about temporary, not permanent at any time, we can END cross over that finish line hit that ball make the last touchdown sink that sub. In the shower, crossing the street, or simply taking a nap in the back, as your friend drives you. All these can bring us to a sudden, abrupt end bringing us back to the source.