If you die before you wake make sure your not in your own hell... Follow the green grass and you'll find your own paradise high in the sky And if you told him that he'd fall dead instantly like the sun peaks over the high hills before dawn breaks in the valley of the departed Kill the boy softly so he falls gently into his own state of well being before it's too late to let him through to the other side For if you fail to let him live in the new world in which the dark valleys and sunny hills roam about still in all but their own pre conceived thoughts you leave him destined to fall into eternal hell Let him go and watch him run free like a dove flying past the trees in the mid dew of a cool spring morning For then he will finally reach clear light in the nothingness from which he came..
Hey now, thats really good. I just made a post in philosophy about something very similar to what I think your talkin about Idk about the eternal hell part though... were all gonna make it to nothingness eventually I think, lol...
Hey thanks for leaving a comment This was a freeflowing poem meaning it wasn't planned although I did have some ideas in my head while I was writing this out.Some of the concepts in it might be kinda abstract but it's all in interpretation though.
