The Balance

I dreamed a dream that I was dead and lying there upon my bed Imagine then, to my surprise when from my body I did rise Some essence (could it be my mind) left that earthly shell behind and drifted slowly from that place to somewhere, out of time and space Somehow, I became aware that time, it had no meaning there I saw my life, as pages, spread Just like a book that could be read I saw the good times and the bad and all the sadness that I'd had Saw all the things that I had done back to the time when I'd begun I saw the pages placed in piles upon a balance with two dials Each page, a measure of my worth since my life began on Earth And as the piles of pages grew then suddenly, it was, I knew that my soul was being weighed and that my fate was there, displayed The pages finally ran out My destination was in doubt The good did not outweigh the bad despite the chances that I'd had And so it seemed my destiny was limbo, for eternity Not sent to Heaven nor to Hell but in this nowhere place to dwell Then from nowhere came a voice that said to me, I'd still a choice Return from here to whence I came and live a life of no more blame And suddenly to my surprise I opened up my sleep filled eyes and knew that I must never waver to swing the balance in my favour