I see the door
which is in front of me,
there is an incredible bright light
that does not illuminate my soul.
My soul is dark
because it does not exist,
but I exist
and my thoughts.
You do not care if I exist.
If you are a sphere of light
I will cease to exist
before you give your next sigh.
You would not mind the little one of me.
But before you give your last breath,
very much before,
everyone will be in the same hole as me.
Even though they believe they can continue to exist,
Like a beam of light in the universe.
