There has to be a life out there…
As this one’s winding down
Not yet ready… to go to see…
But feel it calling me

I’ve seen and felt so many things
Yet feel there’s so much more…
My time is ending here I know
So out there I will go

Alone like how I entered here
There is no other choice
But pray that as I’m leaving here
I hear a loving voice

Out there…is my mom and dad
So why am I afraid
To leave the ones
I love so here…
Knowing…they will follow

Time there…  does it matter
Will the clocks still chime
Here the time is ticking down
I’m running out of time…

What is out there…If not time
Does money matter…
Will I still need the coin
My father gave me to call
In times of need or trouble

Will there be trouble there
And if so what will matter
Will there be hunger
What will grace the platter…

Are these questions relevant
Or is this mind confined…
To the expectations found here
Not needed in a place outside

Is outside a part of here
Veiled from sight…
By those who won the prize
Of vision beyond one’s view

Is sight even required there
Is our voice…
Or only insight of the mind
Where all are of one accord

These questions ramble
Through my brain
As I search the thought
Of forever…
And the existence of me…
Tomorrow