I\'ll be going home
When I die I\'ll leave this state,
stare in the face of existences scent,
sniff the smell of the lives I\'ve spent,
before I lived this deflated sphere,
rounded towards death it will re-appear.
Into essence I will float away,
disillusioned and astray.
The relativity of a true,
living in a different view.
A feeling unreal, existence aware,
into the abyss I\'ll blindly stare.
Evolving to a higher integration,
a more profound realization,
of the species I am now,
hidden behind a humans brow.
Back between the atoms respawn,
when I reach the darkened dawn.
When I die and leave this state.