I run. I pant. I cease. I wonder what was my destination. I meet Death and realize it wasn’t what I had thought it’d be. I run but do not find either Heaven or Hell. I run. I pant. I cease to be dead. I meet a new life. More determined this time… I run fast. I pant less. I live a little longer and then I cease. Wondering still, what was my destination meant to be? I meet Death but not the promised lands of angels. But Hey! I can run faster now. The land seems just in reach. But just before I get there, I cease to be…