I always wondered if different was just a saying
Or way of life.
There is that feeling you can habour
You do not hate your life or your surrounding
But always you ask your self
What if there was another place
Another version of reality
What if there is a place where all is different.
What if there is hope on the other end.

What if in that moment of death.
There is light.
And just like that.
You sit there every day knowing
That if you could
You could not mind crossing over
And death isn't such a scary thing after all.