An Old Man's Last Momento

I continue to sit here at my desk,
Writing my last few words.
Soon enough my soul will be gone,
My corpse will be feeding the birds.

I've traveled the world far and wide,
My soul is yearning for sleep.
My body is old, my eyes are drooped,
I want to sink into the deep.

To the land where life never ends,
Where all good men must go.
Where souls are cleansed of worries and pain,
Where a man can never feel low.

My soul has searched so long for that land,
Where pain is a rare thing indeed,
Where crime is gone and nothing is bad,
Where evil can never take seed.

I set my pen down and close up my book,
As I look to the sky up high.
I raise my arms up to that powerful god,
And know that my time is nigh.

I feel empty as my soul leaves my body,
My form going limp to the ground,
I rise into the air, looking at myself,
When I begin to hear a strange sound.

That sound is of emptiness, emitted by nothing,
There is no one here but me.
I look around for something to do,
But there is nothing else to see.

I am trapped here forever now,
In this large empty sphere.
I sit down on a piece of rock,
And think of what's supposed to be here:

The land where life never really ends,
Where all good men must go.
Where souls are cleansed of worries and pain,
Where a man can never feel low.