What Awaits

I look up and see the sun rising over the horizon
I look down and see something dying
I look over and see that the suns not rising, it’s actually getting lower and lower
And as I try to help the dying creature, keeping a grasp is getting harder and harder

As the thing dies I feel like an old friend is dying
But as the sun comes I feel like I’m being lifted away from all the death and the dying
When I was leaving from the bottom I wasn’t sure what would await
I now see it was the old me that died as I head through the pearly gate