On the way to heaven
we smoked too much.
Dreamt of of the shining sun
in the darkest of nights.
Walked the paths of holy lands,
stepping on every possession ever owned.
Leaving the world of chaos behind,
diving into the waters of the holy divine.
The birds of hope spoke from the clouds above,
our prayers were heard, we were on our way.
Entered as we exited through our mothers womb,
bare, no guilt, no regret.
Memories were rekindled once again,
reminiscing the moments once shared.
Fading into the thick clouds of fear,
bringing back the light of hope.
But this world is just an illusion of dreams.
We smile in one,
laugh in the other.
Worry in one,
reach heaven in another.
A day will once arrive
where each of us sees the light,
rich or poor, without any fear,
we rise to the clouds in the gloomy night,
waving goodbye to the journey we shared
On the way to heaven
we smoked too much.
Dreamt of the shining sun
in the darkest of nights!