No More

No more flowers 🌺, no more trees 🌲. No more birds 🐦, no more fleas. No more nothing to take up time. No more dancing 💃🏻 or drinking wine 🍷. No more music 🎶, no more tears 😭. No more laughter, no more fears. No more nothing, peace at last. No more nothing. Darkness is fast 💨.

Am I really here? I could be anywhere but my materialized body is in one place while the mind wonders out, out far into space. To another world, a paradise. Learning love an peace the way to eternal tranquility.

I appeal to the greatest aristocracy.
Evading all but the most dubious questions;
"How to persuade an elitist cult
Without an inquiry to be mentioned?"
Noble deeds, corrupted speech, what matters is not the method.
White wine, glowing stones, in the beginning it matters nay.
'Cause in the end, truth be told,
We all croak out, anyway.

Is it the sun or moon or sky? That makes me feel like I don't know why. Is it the stars that hang in the night like black foil on black veil? Or is it just my own self with no help from anything. Like a tree that's blooming leaves or shredding in the print or autumn. The questions, the doubt, the whys, and how's.