Random Leaf #1711

There is this sense of grief

That rarely anyone feel.

There is a word for it

but to simply to words:

"I am not of this world,"

such one, who has, always think.

There are off escaping in there thoughts

while at the same time a tragic paradox

is occuring.

There are at the same time aware and

unaware of it.

They beg themselves on their own

to differ that they a by product of

a world they are in.

"I cannot escape here.

I am here.

I'm afraid."

And the main cause of their fear

isn't just the uncertainty of what's to come

but the foreboding sense of hereafter.

"I don't want to die."

Death isn't just what they fear though.

"What if it all just fade."

Inexistence is.

"I just wish for a reincarnation.

Maybe as a better somebody else,

and not someone only a few and I know of."

"I'm afraid,"

Aside the thought they always think.