Sleeping never to wake
A strange terrain you must travel through
The dreaded task we all are dreadfully drifting from.
A moment when you can be seen
But never hear or be heard
When I finally sink to rest,
I haste to melt
As I breathlessly sleep to be food for maggots.
Sleeping to be manure for plants
Waiting to be converted to that which I was made from
I now gracefully travel to the thrown
With a wish
To dine in harmony with my King
©kiekomo
K