Premeditated Dying
M. Sterk
Search for alternative ways to satisfy the mind
Desperate to glance on the other side of life
Addicted to work up feelings of an unknown kind
Evoke emotions connected to a thousand-meter dive
I would die a bit, so I could reach the afterlife
Trusted there would be, something beyond our comprehension
I would live a bit, so I could fight my psychedelic strife
Hoping to survive, to tell about this unknown dimension
Passions no longer kept in hand, a burning desire for more
Like the sea encroaching on the land until I die
Like a ship that got wrecked and washed upon the shore
"In twisting tunnels of divine light
The angels sang a hymn for you
While spirits danced side by side
Then I knew: I had made my dream come true"