WHERE DO THE DEAD GO?

The world is indeed a fearful place Full of wandering, non living souls Seeking chances to squander and erase— Sometimes I wonder where the dead go. You see them laugh through their pain Burdened by the weight of their plight Yet they still cling to vain pursuits— Sometimes I wonder where the dead go. Do they seek refuge from worldly dangers Or journey to another world for peace? Do they truly pass on to another realm for more fun? I don’t believe that people die; I think they escape the trials Of this lonely, daunting world To find solace in another life.