IN A WORLD WHERE I DO NOT EXIST

IN A WORLD WHERE I DO NOT EXIST In a world where I do not exist Nor believe I am entitled to be Then that will be my destination Following a period of gestation And do not need a reservation From this here and now, I see A transition that I cannot resist No entry permits ever needed But such emigration is one way As a stranger in a strange land It cannot be as anyone planned With much I won’t understand But a freedom so unlike today Such little benefit is conceded Will it be a different tomorrow But still based here, in this place Or somewhere in the distance Should I challenge my existence Avoiding any lingering resistance Could it even be a state of grace A permanent goodbye to sorrow