And, in your heart, you’re loath to let them see
The kind of unkind person you’ve become;
You’d rather vanish on the count of three
And long for that to which all souls succumb.
And yet, regardless when you kiss the sky,
That doesn’t change the fact you’re living now.
As such, it’s not important as to why
You lead the life you do but, rather, how;
For all your days have led you unto this –
This valley floor, great plane or mountain peak.
And that’s the very key to boundless bliss,
The sort of thing of which all prophets speak.
And so, despite your ever mortal state,
You’re standing at the gates of deathless fate.
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