The Grand Finale

Death would be the Final Festival.

The days and nights would matter no more

No more do we need to think

All we would be, is satisfied

The moment we stop our eyes to blink...

 

Fantasies would turn into Reality

Or maybe a different definition to them

Man would no more be classified

Neither would the God have any name...

 

The day I die, I would be reborn

Into a different realm of space

Maybe I'd not remember of now

And maybe I'd no more have a face...

 

Death, the Grand Finale, when it comes

I shall be glad than, ever, when alive

Like the child who wants to be in his dreams

Forever and ever and ever thereafter...