Where do you think you’re gonna go when you die?
Do you think you’ll go to those pearly whit gates in the sky?
Or go to the underworld where the sinners thrive,
Or maybe sleep in limbo where lost souls trapped in till the end of time?
Do you want your shell of body,
To be stuck in a box,
In a lot next to decomposing shells,
Who met their end as well?
Or have your body burned,
And thrown into a lake,
Like the others,
Who met a more tragic fate,
Do you think you’ll dance in the stars,
Who a lover who passed early on?
Or sit on the moon with the Goddess,
And her rabbit who makes elixir for the Gods?
I always wonder,
What could be at the end of this road?
If I’ll see the stars,
Or live in a dark abode.
~a sleepy ghost~