Dreaming of an after life that is put on hold.
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If all I had to do was die,
Then why, oh why,
Not give it a try?
Take some pills,
Forget the bills,
Soul soars over distant hills.
I’d be pain free,
Full of glee,
It’d be a trip just for me.
St. Peter at the Pearly Gates,
Ask if life I did hate.
For my arrival was not fate.
An adventure I choose,
Like hanging ten toes,
Nothing to lose, I had supposed.
Not hate, but pain,
Drove this train,
For death, no disdain.
Peter said to look back,
Something I forgot to pack?
Something that, perhaps, I lack?
Nothing from there did I need,
Life was full of want and greed.
From such existence I must be freed.
My loved one’s touch, I do miss.
That welcome hug and warm kiss.
Not something easy to dismiss.
Can’t return, a one-way trip.
Peter said to close my lips.
My wrongful way he would eclipse.
A one-time deal,
He’d permanently seal,
The snooze alarm made it real.
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