Until We Meet Again

I’ll be going first to the other side,

Doing an unpredictable suicide,

Putting that to action with full of pride,

That’s a dream I no longer want to hide.

The time I die will not be the last time will meet,

Because in the afterlife we’ll still meet and have a greet,

Like the old good days on the street,

Where you found me asleep and covered with a sheet.

I just made an early departure,

With a whole set of mind in rapture,

Body in torture,

All of that put in mixture.

When I die will not be the last goodbye,

Because I haven’t said a simple “Bye”.