Exist Stage Left
I am kinda looking forward
to the not being
I mean I will miss looking hearing etc
but not so much the pain sadness regret
I know some believe in the life after
or a higher plain but this collection of dust
has never thought there is more
Surely it will just be darkness
oil slick blackness
in a place that isn't there
but no eyes to see it
Is religion just our feeble attempt
to grasp the mist we missed
What if life is nothing more
than trying to exist until you don't
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