We’re randomly removed from this place
We call home.
Randomly we disappear,
Into a land no man returns to describe.
A land where each man is truly for himself,
Leaving us with questions of uncertainty.
Am i next ?
But slowly, we’ll be answered.
Slowly, we’ll take turns,
To face our fates.
It’s spontaneous, thus without any dates.
You see me today, and tomorrow
it’s another story.
Tomorrow i fail to exist.
Not like i never existed
Oh yes i did.
But now i’m gone
Gone forever
And all you’ll have left of me are memories.
This is the After Life
