There will come a time. When I no longer am. I will take my last breath. And on that day. I’ll be dying. At that time will I be at ease. Will I be dreaming and be at peace. These are things I just don’t know. Come on help me now. Why must I think of this until I find. Peace and quiet in the clouding of my mind. There were times I thought I would not come around. But I can tell things are getting ok now. What if there is no ending. And we turn from where we’ve been. To a new place where all we can see. Is light pouring in. And am I really all that far. Far removed from that ending part. With just a faint view. Of the galaxies misty heart. Why must I think of this until I find. Peace and quiet in the clouding of my mind. There were times I thought I would not come around. But I can tell things are getting ok now