Heaven’s Highway

mountains with crepuscular ray
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People come, 

People go. 

Never once thinking that it’s all a show. 

Standing from up there, 


Judging our whims,

Defining our free will, 

Proclaiming it as destiny. 

As we pine desperately.

As my life

Speeds through time.

A speck, 

In your palm. 

I wanted to know, 

Is it faith, 

That solely determines if I have a place, 

In heaven’s space?

When my conviction drowned. 

Time and place.

Did you see it on your machine, 

In cinematic widescreen?

Now then, 

As my heart refuses to beat.

Will I still reach 



Heaven’s highway? 

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