I have an inkling
That this is not it
I think that we
Live in some form
Beyond this
Maybe we reincarnate
Or maybe we go
To another place
But I feel sure
That there is more
That we just don’t understand.
The thought of when it’s over
It just goes black
Fly’s in the face of mounting facts
I’ve read enough
I’ve researched enough
To believe different
Yet the truth is
All the proof is insufficient
We will only know for sure
When our light goes out
That will then eradicate doubt
But I see no point in worrying
About what’s at the end
When there’s still a life
That’s still to be living.
Via: Daily Prompt: Inkling
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