Seen the World a decade and half a dozen to know life's a dream
Lonely days got me thinking how the caskets be, picturing a gleam
Living numbered days a passerby,waiting anticipating a blissful end
From the silence to the loftness of words trying to comprehend.

Slipping silently away from reality, in search of solitude
On the verge of becoming what I detest most; A waste of aptitude
If you go through what I've been through,would you feel what I've felt?
The saint calling Home to Me, My soul back to welt.
I am dat I am, I am Me and You are You,In this world of deceit.

© That_Guy