If we are to plummet to
Our demise,
Will it seem like a dream without a quest?
Will we drift through realms of restlessness
as we rest
Withholding bated breath
Until the Sunrises Unto a New Dawn
After a gloomy Moon sets?

If we are to soar to
Our birth,
Will it be a means of reality on the earth?
Yet, Will we be happy not being homesick for heaven or heaven sent?
As we compel yet to beget
Are we so consumed with urgency
that we soon forget?
When we fall to our demise,
Who will catch us in a safe net?
Will we be able to catch our withheld breath
With the Moon looming above a New Dusk
After the flaming Sunsets?

Shall we emerge at the margins,
Or do we sink into suspense?
If we decline to awaken,
Do we increase to misrecollect?
Who would care to intervene
in such an unfatal fall?
Why would a person...