The end of the line
a garden of bodies
souls laid to rest
a place of history
of happy memories
a foggy window
to the other side.
Those dead to us,
maybe looking back,
perhaps looking forward?
To the unknown
infinite worlds
each time we pass through,
a piece of us stays behind.
Those of the past, living full new lives,
untouched pie.
All these rules,
laws, crimes, pain,
sickness, sorrow-
all will be trivial
in the graveyard.