On a highway to heaven
I picked up virtues, seven
Narrow paths and steep mountains I ventured
Virtues I hold, weigh me down
Each passing curve,
I left one behind.
Arrived to the gate, I handed
'Worthy' to the gatekeeper
His eyes downcast, whispered
I wasn't good enough
I had no halo or wings,
angel like form or in white.
The virtue I offered had turned to stone,
worthless.
On a freeway to hell,
I picked up sinister vices downhill
Vast open spaces through dark tunnels I wandered
until the 'ferryman of death' hauled me closer
Him I handed all my vices in folds
His face pale, sighed
Time still awaits
I had no horns or tail,
evil figure or in black.
The vices I paid were merely fragments,
inadequate.
Heaven and hell I was expelled
cast to the middle ground
In here resides the both, the in-between,
the synthesized hybrid
that if you painted a picture you'd see
no halo or horns rather plain,
and more vibrant in colors.
Aesthetically pleasing I see endless
blue skies, blue seas, green trees
having angelic figures.
And the shattered ruins,
broken down places, people and
dust beneath my feet leaving eerie prints.
Fall of an era, rise of another
Castles to skyscrapers
Kings to billionaires
times have grown, changed
Yet this middle ground prevails,
run by chaos and order.
So, here I am
somewhere between
Heaven, Hell, What else
A hovering orb named earth
Unsettled and footloose on a transient period
Guess we all are before the ultimate, fate.
Heaven or hell
I know not it's intricate details
What lies beyond those gates?
Perhaps, a conundrum
If you're curious about the gates?
An illusion.
Beware of thine eyes,
the greatest deceiver and so
What if I told you
"Reality is an agreed upon illusion"
Would you concur or question the nature of your reality?
15/4/2020