Death

Sometimes I just want to disappear;
evaporate into the background;
my feelings brought about by fear;
my low self esteem, surround.

I am invisible as I go down the street;
while in a crowd, I’m a ghost;
people, assembled; where friends meet;
like a big party, without a host.

I never was, really part of the crowd;
I didn’t ever seem to fit in;
none paid attention; so I was allowed;
and when I left; the party’d begin.

All of reality is comprised of layers;
you either fit in, or you don’t;
some are doers; the others, sayers;
you either will; or you won’t.

But now, everything had changed;
as tho reality had made me a ghost;
all thoughts too, were rearranged;
my body; a faded image, at most.

Others, around, could see I was there;
yet, no longer was I germane;
tho they could see; they did not care;
and life would be never the same.

For the world of thought was reality;
and now that my body was done;
I entered God’s kingdom of finality;
and became a part of the One.