I try to separate
From the material world
It doesn't matter anyway
Forget about
Your troubles for now
I try to meditate
Ignore the guns and sirens
That cry all through the night
But I can't quiet
My noisy brain
I know only my senses
See, hear, smell, taste, touch
Tangible stimuli
Who am I?
Simulated dreams
Of questions that have answers
A simpler point of view
A path laid out
Before me
Time is not linear
There's no beginning or end
Nothing ever dies
If it once existed
My world is flesh and concrete
It's all I know
Whatever lies on the other side
I'll be there soon
I hope to see you in a distant life
I hope to see you in the afterlife