What if tomorrow starts without me?

It is that moment in life,
When someone is lost in a moment.
It is that moment in life,
When life passes by like a flash in a distance spark.
Life runs as a private jet in front you.
Life runs like the turning in hue.

Death is a reality everyone knows.
It is a needless need if someone shows.
It births a vast void in the heart forever
Which can never be filled even by forever.
There is a void in the heart;
The heart as fragile as the egg of life.

Death is indeed a reality,
That dark reality one should seek
In a bleak.
What if tomorrow starts without me?
Fighting for something obscure,
All run the tested lanes of life
Only to search for peace in which they believe.

If peace is all that you seek and not only gains,
What better than death can you achieve?
Certainly, certainly, tomorrow might start without me.

What if tomorrow starts without me,
Would that be the beginning of my end
And the end of my beginning and being?
What if tomorrow starts without me,
What would my fate be?
What if tomorrow starts without me,
Where would I head to?
What if tomorrow starts without me,
Would I start a journey of beauty and bliss?

What if tomorrow starts without me
What would happen to the BIG, FAT amount
Smiling beautifully in my account
Like a soothed bouncing baby boy
Swimming in comfort of the mother's love and laps?
Can it secure my safety and security
Or buy a hoisting haven or heaven for my soul,
Or will it become a centre of fierce fight among hasty hands?

What if tomorrow starts without me,
What happens to my positions and power and possessions?
Can they fight and force tomorrow to start with me
And end my end?

What if tomorrow starts without me,
Would I start my new journey
With all I fight and cheat to acquire and protect,
Storing for my unknown tomorrow
Whilst I'm surrounded by those who are
Full of emptiness and sated by hunger and thirst?
How would I respond to:
'Did you clothe and feed and visit me
In my nakedness and hunger and in prison'?

What if tomorrow starts without me,
Where would the writhing anger and unforgiveness
Lead and leave me?
Would I wish to forgive then
When too late would be the clothes of my thoughts and ears
And wish it were absent?

What if tomorrow starts without me,
Would I be like a dove,
Flying in the sky of peace and peace,
And bubbling in sweet sweet freedom,
And be safe and happy like a baby in the cloth of the parents' love?

What if tomorrow starts without me:
Where would I start?
Where would I go?
Where would I be?
What would my fate be?
What if tomorrow starts without me...?

 @Brown_Sketchys
 @Probity~1