Once our human lifes come to an end
And our minds come to befall
Our bodies merged back into the ground
Absorbed, by the soil of mother nature
What is there to become of us?
What will happen, to the inhabitant of the vessel
The pilot. That's far, far, down below
Residing in the deepest chambers of the mind.
Where will we be heading to?
Will it be a place of peace and tranquility?
Of lucious love by the divinity itself?
The so called heaven, as described by ancient literatures?
Will our brains, a recollection of our time here on earth
Become nothing more... than but a vague memory
A representation of our lives in the unknown
Being seen as, a manifestation of our own imagination?
An Original Poem by Droucil
“If you want to find the secrets of the universe, think in terms of energy, frequency and vibration.”
― Nikola Tesla
