A Bad Dream

January 27, 2016

You now know the answer

To my most frequent question

I never dared to try

Knowing I couldn’t share the information

How is it?

Is it dark and gray?

Or endless gardens in white?

Maybe everything around you

Is just how you like.

Do you still roam this Earth?

Or do you dwell above?

Now we say our final goodbyes

As I promise: I’ll try my best not to try

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