Will they float away
like a balloon in the sky
and suddenly pop with no warning?
Or will they stay in a different plane
and wander the Earth
like a lost mime?
Will they suffer like a stab wound
with the knife twisted within?
Or will they just cry till the day is done,
but only to began again?
Maybe they'll be happy,
like a child with a new toy.
Wherever they go, we will never know
because people with that knowledge don't survive
