Void.

The trip of death as come to an end
And now I open my eyes
I look up, as my mind ascend
I ascend to reach heaven, and my soul cries

But for now, I levitate around nothing
There’s only me, and my thoughts
As time goes on, I’m breathing, and breathing
My vision is pollued with dots and knots

I hear the jugdment I have of myself
I won’t pursue this trip if I can’t find peace
I have to clean my brain’s shelf
And peace is hard to reach.

My mind is in a chaotic place
The voices around me repeat the same thing
I float in space
I try to swim but nothing is happening

As my work continues
I see a light not far
I look at the tools I use
I may be able to reach the stars.