The wind whispers a cold tune,
A sense of loneliness fills the air.
The unkindness of the world
Echoes through my mind.

I hear people starving,
Forgive me, for I am not

I am awaken from this
Sally Struthers          
Commercial,                                      
Wanting to ride my bicycle
One more time, before questions
Of heaven and hell arise.

Into the sun we will walk
One day,
past the clouds.
Are we in hell
searching for righteousness?

Do we seek that staircase
To enlightenment?
Do we follow the yellow brick road
To wake from this dream
Called Life.

Departing this world is no dream,
Shadows of an unforgivable past
De-illuminates  your destination
And St. Peter utters
“ Sorry we reached our limit”