Imagine, dear, that this is it


Imagine, dear, that this is it.
No life is waiting for you hereafter.
Would you then stop and quit
or would you burst into laughter?

Imagine, dear, that all hope is gone
and you are crying out for help.
Would you struggle and live on
or would you further cry and yelp?

Imagine, dear, that new life begins
with every conscious breath you take.
Would you then regret your sins
if you’ve made no mistake?

Imagine, dear, that time has stopped
and you are resting on a cloud.
What values would you then adopt
if everything was allowed?

Imagine, dear, that I am dead
and you are reading these lonely verses.
Can you guess what I’ve left unsaid,
With whom my soul here converses?


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