In a box,

But not with my mind,

It got out.

Now, I can't find,



And I can't see,

Yet I stare,

At the body,

Left behind.

Where is my soul?

Does it mind?

Floating, flying,

Moving through?

A limbo land,

Without a clue.

Like a ghost,

We all have a past.

One that's over,

Sadly, could not last.

Dying now,

We all move on.

Can life catch up,

To the dawn?


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