Alive

I have always thought about dying, after an unbearable day

Always wondered how it feels to escape,

To transition from one realm to the next,

And if the ones who get to are lucky.

I wonder what happens to what we leave behind

If the grass around me stays green

And the sky above me stays blue

And the minds in the souls still living

Remain here tickled or tormented by the thought.

Would they at all be scarred.

I hope I can see both when I leave

One fresh and new, warm and comfortable

Flakes of snow slowly falling

No burdens of the past and none in the present.

But I hope most, I can see this one

See what’s left in my wake

I wonder if we always knew everything in the future

How it ends and begins for us all

If these thoughts and hopes are truly valid

And we knew it

Would we stay here alive

Or move gracefully onward

To something better

I can’t say

But I have always thought about it

I just hope I can see it