Traveling home

I come home

One day

When my life here

Is ending

It’s always sad to go

How I’m leaving

I don’t know

 

Death

Doesn’t exist

It’s an illusion

Our souls

Are living forever

 

When I come home

My family and

Friends are waiting

For me

With joy

I’m returning

To my real home

 

But I know

Sorrow it will be anyway

For the ones who still remains

On earth

I think it will be a thinner veil

Between the worlds

Maybe we can talk with each other

More easily

Perhaps telepathy will be more common

In the world to be

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