how do we know what happens next?
maybe a sleep we never wake from
or a sense of darkness.
an escape into nothingness.
the spirit that makes a life fade,
shows no mercy
and it shows no reason.
but as the time comes
it creeps up behind and leaves a print,
a body without life
a body that once lived.

is it a blue sky,
that falls over us,
and whispers the lie that life was.
the simulation ending,
and we are shown
the person we could have become.

do we rise up
and watch the lives from above,
the lives of the hurt,
the lives of those we lost.
do we see the grief stricken families
that mourn over our graves
a watchful eye,
over those who loved us most.

the unknown forever remains unknown,
with religion and teachings to guide some through,
giving perceptions of life after death.
but what about those who have no beliefs.
it’s up the minds eye,
the eye that knows only what it sees
the eye that can’t see the future.