For whom there is a world beyond this world...Going Home

this is my time. but it is going to stop.
this is my space. but it is shrinking.
this is my world. but I will have to leave.
this is my life. but it is going to end.

don't treat me like a dog, even though i am. give me my time, my space, my world.
give me back my life, if you can.
you cant take my time as i cannot take ours.it will just flow and flow.
you cant take away my space as none of it is yours.
you cant take away my world as i'm gifting it to god.
you can take my life, but not my soul.it will fly high and high into the open sky.

i want to re-live all of the little time i had on my own once again.
the first time i saw the light...god's grace...the first foot i set on the mother earth...the smell of it...the first time i could feel the energy flow in my veins...but all these not for long...there i can feel a pain, deep in my bones...felt like the first call from home...and it comes and haunts me everyday...my belief of this earth as my home is slowly fading as i am pulled in this dark quicksand...my home...the calls, what were a whisper once, are becoming louder and louder day by day...i can hear them in the dark...see them in the broad daylight...

i close my eyes...the fears disappear...i feel of flying over a thousand seas...no distant shore can be seen...but no...at last i can see the shore...a place, green forever, no pain, no hate, no fight for survival...

for the last time i want to feel the pain which is going to leave me now...
as i am leaving...going home...

time it has stopped.
space is a point.
world is far.
am i dead?

no, i am home.