When We're Gone From Here

When the dust of our existence

Is naught but a memory

And this world repairs the damage

Done to her by you and me,

Where will we be?

Will we watch from some encampment

On that tiny moon up there?

Or will we be out in the void

In search of a world, where

We'll learn to share?

Perhaps we will have fallen prey

To our hate and greed, at last

And been reduced to particles

In a great, atomic blast.

“Well, that was fast!”

Ah, then again, we might ascend

To a pristine, peaceful place

That waits for us, with marble halls

Where there's no creed nor race,

Nothing but Grace.

Alas, my mind does wander thus,

In these quiet times, despite

Herculean effort by myself,

But since it's long past light,

I'll say, “Goodnight!”

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Man, those thoughts before I turn out the light and go to sleep just go wherever they want! Thanks for reading my musings.

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