all the while you prepared to die
since you were a twinkle in your father's eye
bow, say goodbye to heaven and hell
from such a distance, can you even tell?
you refuse to take a stance
innate observer of the general dance
planets of dust with no reason to be
if you went unborn, who would be there to see?
all the time spent trying hard to think
a psychic mildew coating everything
a word that you dream has no need to be true
without a struggle, would it still be you?
so soothed, not having made a choice
transparent vacuum
inaudible voice
drop through the days
indifferent as the rain
could you be reminded of pain