When world ends, we will begin,
Slowly drifting in voids,
Non existent of friends.
All will become real,
What in life was pretend,
Unplugged from the matrix
Materializing what you intend

So once was a coma dream
Funding was back in my teens
While grunting, pain grew in my spleen.
Memories returned
From a love that once burned
Twisting and turning my gut till I could not stand to look up
Then it dawned,
that I then rose when so wronged
And stand now able and More strong

To take a heavy blow to my chest,
Struggle to heave when I just need rest.
Thoughts Sketch up schematics
After I've organized my desk.
Ordering my fingers so to refine my press
Time to re design my best.
Re-incline my guess...re align to see behind,
my jest.
Seek to find And Rise From deep revine and leave behind my stress
© Eg'or