A rhyme is told,
Of a dark place so cold.
A thought in the fold,
Of a fall so cold.
A feeling so old,
Of a life so cold.
Mysteries and mysteries,
Trying to figure him out,
Before he writes, miss me ?
Falling through the dark.
His heart beats fast,
He breaths with gaps,
Like air is the last,
Drops of reality before eternity,
On the other side.
Stories of sun rise,
In paradise.
As he floats through,
Slowly falling to the surface,
Concious but altered,
Into a new reality.
The new phase,
Of his vibration,
It allowed him to see more,
To touch more of the universe.
Take off was sweet,
So was the flight with ease,
Drifting off the solar.
To the home of the loner,
Andromeda he calls it.
Took a go:od dive into Pluto,
The darkest point,
Lost is the wonderer.
On that wave still,
Dreaming in reality,
He sees his fear,
That moment,
When his heart wants to escape,
And make it's final beat.
He feels it in his blood,
This will be his last trip to the shore,
But still holding on
Was, it the devil ?
Or it gave him a test ?
To see how far his fright run ?
