I sometimes wonder how one feels

When they no longer question why they’re here…

When their questions all seem answered

And their fears are all conquered…

How one feels in this questionable universe..

At peace? Completely alright?

Calm? Composed? Featherlight?

I guess I might figure this out

the day I lay deep underground

Because only then will my soul be freed

From the dreadful pull of this earth’s gravity..

Written by Leila Lherisson

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