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by Mark Spencer May 12, 2009 category : Life, society / meaning of life
Into the great unknown go I, Where new adventures hide. Bound no more to these earthy ties, My body cast aside. And I shall be alone no more, My mortal prison shed. As death descends, life is restored, To those who once were dead. Yet I will cry a tear for thee, As thou dost vainly strive, To cling to thy mortality, Though thou art not alive. For flesh is but a crumbling cage, It blinds thee to the truth. The over cautiousness of age, The vanity of youth. Perception bends to their command, A solitary view, A multitude around thee stands, Yet there is only you. But I, my friend, at last am free, To look through other eyes. For one can never truly see Until the body dies. So do not weep for me this day, It's not a time to mourn. For as my body slips away, My spirit is reborn...