1 in 8

 

There's an unearthly place, there's no debate 

Where, if gods existed, they would forsake 

All lives paths, lead there, as time devours

For in the longest night, are the darkest hours

In the deepest sleep, there's a way to wander

With no turning back, to the state of slumber 

For when dreams have faded, in a dying mind

What was once, will be, to the void, aligned 

When you fall asleep, you might fall to death

Back to the 'nothing', where non-reality's deft

Afar from any prayers and beyond the brink

Rest in peace, but to life, there's a severed link

There's no Heaven, or Hell, Samsara/Nirvana 

And dying in dreams, is the only true karma

But there's an unearthly place, no gods forsake 

Where time forgets, everyone, even the 1 in 8