What will it feel like

at the end?

On your last road,

at your last stop.

No more road signs.

No more signals.

Only dead silence.

No people.

No lights.

No sounds.

Memories flitting by.

Old smells.

Then darkness.


I want to go out

with a bang!

A parade.

A marching band,

with music and laughter.

Let’s wait for the parade.

I can hear it in the distance.

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