I think of my experience here, as a pile of rotating organisms on this planet.
And I think of my own expiry.
When it becomes the exact time for my extinction.
My distinct, estimated time of arrival to Elsewhere.
Where you simply fall out of your skin and suddenly exist amongst euphoric bliss;
Leaving behind only your ashes and currency.
I haven’t ran out of sand, currently.
But when I fly to the horizon, and I fully unweave my fiber,
I won’t be sure if I’m headed to Heaven either.
Remember me in all of my ambitious glory.
Even though my saury soul is sullen and gory.
While I’m soaking myself in oblivion, with whomever masterminded the brilliance behind my story,
I’ll tell them that, their sense of humor had me going on the hour.
Curiosity isn’t the only thing that cowers over me, when it comes to Nirvana.
You never know when life planned you the final foul; to throw in your towel.
When it comes the day you are to give up your power,
I hope your soul isn’t sinful and sour.
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