There is a void, deep within me, one that I can't fill.
But I might hear the right voice inside of me if I just stand still.
My youth is gone, I'm aging fast, almost o'er the hill.
Autumn comes and yet still I
Not quite ready to meet the Reaper, but still I must confess
That I'm a loudly snoring sleeper, and my hair's a mess.
feel older and with it distress.
So come, last breath, and I will say yes.Close my last window and watch me undress.All veils are drawn back now, but I do digress.The final light calls me to my final rest.
Acrid air comes as smoke and fills the room.I gasp as my wish makes death requisite.I feel uncomfortable as I am tugged from the womb.I can no longer hold the rope with enfeebled hands.
Death is swift,Death is harshFinalIt takes my breathShuts out the lightToo late I struggleFightAs surely I drift towards Life's end...
No ApplauseNo encoreLife is what you make itTry not to mess up-If you do start again,And again,And again.Life gives second chances, right?
and then.....suddenly I can seea misty cloud before meconfused I try to fleefeet that dont belong to meand then just as suddenlyawake is the best way to be
Just dream and a remembranceof strugglingcauses awareness.Death is yet a futurewhich has no existence without life.
Proven or not, I'm aware that I'm here!This moment in time Is what I hold dear!
Time torments the questions within,Who am I, how did I begin,Was my creation the result of an act,Is my existence proven as fact
Where in creation did breath begin meBreaking the silence, turning the tide?
Once I entered into this existence I found nowhere to hide.
Until knowledge within burst, and heaven cried.
......then with my last wakin' breathpeace washed oer me like the breakin' tide...hello...goodbye....
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