Whenever I pass by cemeteries,
I get sad.
One day I’ll be underground
Just like everyone else.
What if I don’t want to be like them?
How can I beat the odds?
I can’t. Impossible.
As much as I want to be out of here,
I don’t really mwan it. I just want to be home.
2085 miles away from here.
I want to start living again.
This can’t happen until I get out of my own grave.
It scares me that one day I’ll be cold,
and my eyes closed forever, and it’ll be it.
Is there really a heaven?
Where will I go?
Above, or below?
It confuses me so very much.
Or will I get caught in the middle?
No, that’ll never happen.
Because I’m still there.