I'm leaving in the morning
to a place called the Life After
I am waiting on my bed
watching my father consoling my mother

and before I hit the highway
before I even say goodbye
I take a last look at the window
I saw my siblings coming in

And just there, I crossed the other way
down the road which is narrow
also, I'm pretending not to see the people
by the roadside, as they're kissing their hello

“it is always nice to see you”,
says a man behind a counter
standing under an inscription
which reads the Life After

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