Maybe this life isn't all its meant to be,
maybe we die, and we exist further on.
Perhaps I'll meet God, in the city of love,
or greeted by Satan, in the dark underground.
Maybe I'll go to a better place, far away.
Ill see a different sort of world, no fate.
A dark without dark, the purest light,
a destiny of nothing, not even nothing.
Where will I end up, I ask my God,
and what will be of family, of friends.
A silent response greets me at the door,
the door to a fate which doesn't belong.
