Late Night Philosophy

Jacob Clark

12/10/14

 

 

 

 

What really happens when we die?

Do we fly up to the sky?

Do we go to a world unseen by the living eye?

Or do we rot underground to find that religion is a lie?

After death I’d love to go,

To a farm where I can see my little siblings run to and fro.

Grandpa outside with his cigarettes and beer,

And the smell of grandma’s cooking spread far and near.

Mom could come back and it’d all be ok,

Then death, drugs, and bad people would all go away.

I could write all day long,

And listen to all our favorite songs.

Thinking like that, death sounds pretty good,

But I know that to anyone it never should.

So I’ll just keep going and moving along,

Never knowing if wanting to live or wanting to die is wrong.

Maybe it’s different for everyone and nobody’s wrong?

 

Reviews

[Marie]

I think it is different for everyone, and no one's wrong