Walking down Cemetery Lane

Walking down Cemetery Lane

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Walking down the cemetery lane you feel no pain There are no regrets because you are dead. Walking amongst the many who have left behind, everything that once mattered to them....life seems so trivial... There is hope though, there is peace. There is the promise of a better future; although many don't believe. WALKING DOWN THE CEMETERY LANE - I CAN FIND MYSELF. Away from all the BUSY, NOISY, CITY LIGHTS and CARS and VOICES. I find my own tune, tomb. I stand before it and I see myself transported into two dimensions. I realise I'm no longer dead but I'm no longer alive either. Walking down the cemetery lane I find my freedom. Away from all human capacity and bodily odours, TOUCH. I feel free. I can walk I can see... I can breathe...I can hear I can be who I want to be... Down the cemetery lane...
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