The trip

I fell asleep and took a trip to heavon,
Saw my lost ones well maybe 6 or 7.
The air was full of love,passion,and joy,
But in the corner alone stood a young boy.
He never moved never talk never took his eyes off me.
And for some strange reason I couldn't take my eyes off thee.
He wasn't the same you look sad lost and down,
A selfie voice said come and shoock the ground.
Without knowing or trying my feet started to move
Till I stood in front of a huge door with three rooms
Choose your path for here's where your sins end
Death is living death is where your life begins
Minnesota tomorrow through one of the halls
I woke up in my bed sweating remembering it all
took a minute to get myself together then headed out the door
Running down the street I saw the little boy from before
Tina car hit me that's all my life crimes
And there was once more in front of that door one more time.
  By:Steven T. Cohen (Lo)