Bored of the land and all on it

Wondering what lies above that above me.

A field of blue with tufts of white like little cushions for gods .

Off to another plane  where the irregular is regular .

May be in the clouds there are no worries .

May be in the clouds there are no fears

A promise of heaven a promise of peace Free of hurt and filled with bliss

Now I envy the dead *** they don't feel

Calmly laying there after a life spent
Souls headed for the clouds

Forever starts where life ends .