It slows down and you see everything as it truly is
Beams of light become a cluster of particals brightly travelling in slow motion
The wind takes a shape of a clear blue and carries scent
Everything seems at ease when you’re dying
At ease
At peace in your mind
You accept it all as what was your life
Your number hasn’t been called
But you decide to cut in line and shake the hand of the one who forced this upon you
Or you decide to travel with the stars and sing with the galaxy breezes
I may take up surfing and hang ten on the clouds of a solar storm
Maybe I will be a photographer with a photgraphic memory and travel the levels of heaven and interview the dead who don’t know that they’re not living
I think maybe I could comeback and haunt this place
But I’ve already had too much… and that’s why this soul is peacefully moving on
Drowning in my tears and sitting here I swallow
Swallow down the fresh breath I breathe with every new second I find myself closer to the end
Dying isn’t a hobby
Death is forever
… but so is life and so is legacy
The knowledge I’ve bestowed upon so many ears will live on until time is through
Most will live for awhile and not die as fast as a blink
The truth is… when this soul dies today… I’ll be seeing you sooner than you think