I think I am now dying,
I maybe even dead,
It’s hard to face this feeling,
It’s what I always dread.
I’m spiraling inside a tunnel,
That’s made for things like this,
Now this is very interesting,
It could be one of many,
Confusions made for death,
No separation between me and it,
Until its final breath.
A sad time to experience confusion,
When I’m not sure where I am,
I thought I had this whole other world,
Then it dies and I see it’s a sham.
It’s tough to face even part of this,
Though for a moment I see what is true,
Then off to the next little body I go,
As I become my next little who.
My new little who is so cared for,
I so easily become all that’s there,
I naturally fall in with my new parents,
Relieved again to be in my own snare.
The next many years is my experience,
A lot of life, a lot of love will pass me by,
Then it’s time to die and “go to heaven” again,
But when I look at who I am, I never died.