DRIFTING

Tonight I'm drifting the astral planes,
I firmly believe, as easy as it rains,
Where will I stop, where will I go?
When I reach the right level then I shall know,
I've been travelling now for so many years,
A past life nearly always appears.
Could be above the clouds or under the sea,
Reaching out - beckoning to me.

There is a sequence that always runs,
First it's drowning then the noise of guns.
Still trying to get myself past that stage,
Must learn to contain my anger and rage.
What awaits me when I get to my bed?
Anticipation fills me with excitement and dread.

I'm certainly embarking on a journey tonight,
I know when it's coming, it's useless to fight.
To start a new level would be a fresh breath,
But it can only happen after my death.