DEATH
DEATH
In a place of peace with no dreams,
No movement backwards or forward,
I wait for Death to come claim me
travel, but no pics or mementoes,
Just move at the speed of light.
Darker than night, smoother than cream
Incredible lightness feels absurd
No rancor - I go debt-free
bereft of pain, freedom feels close,
It feels good, it feels just right!
