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I saw the trip wire a split second too late.
The explosion was enormous and it sealed my fate.
There was some sort of mix up and I had to wait.
I was free to really roam before I entered the gates.
I saw the serendipitous, seasonal scenes.
The leaves falling feather-like, trickling streams.
The sun shining summertime in boisterous beams.
Winter was a wonderland while dancing in dreams.
I heard monks mumbling mantras, they may say prayers.
Blue hair, pierced everywhere, just so you’ll stare.
I saw tycoons and baboons, both, with their confident air.
Little old ladies loving little ones though their cubbard was bare.
I saw these things and I thought of my own life through the years.
I thought of family and friends and I shed a few tears.
As I re-approached the gates I thought, “I guess I’m glad to be here”.
It was like a coaster ride, I heard the shifting of gears.
I was helpless to control it; I had no way to steer.
Then the only thing that could’ve, happened to fill me with fear.
The bottom fell out and I bounced between clouds.
It was down and then down more; the swoosh sound was loud.
If this was my purgatorial path, I was not proud.
What made it worse was the converse converse of the crowd.
The people at my wake to make sure I was put in the ground.
Paying respects while heckling, Dr. Jeckyll like sounds.
But Hyde died, not Jeckyll; we can thank God of that
And all my animosities, while I stood, sat
I had a new outlook as to who I should be
I suppose those who know would say that is the key
Just before impact I heard the breaks screech
I was shown my tombstone, It was maybe one inch out of reach
I heard an ominous voice speak directly to me
He said, “Wake, take this and go tell what you’ve seen.”
And somehow, now, from me there’s a beam.
I live in and give from my unfinished dream.
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