When I Am Gone
When I am gone
The world will end
Was it here before
All that we assume is real
Just imaginative décor
Imagination our minds creation
True source of all sensed sensation
Touch Taste Hearing Sight or Smell
None exist except to dwell
Within our minds ears eyes nose and cells
So was it really here before
Of this I’m really not quite sure
But of one thing I am quite certain
When I pass beyond the curtain
There’ll be nothing there to greet
Just oblivion quite replete
A nothing never nowhere blend
To decorate my final end
Copyright © Howard Tunick | Year Posted 2015
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