When I turn into a spirit and start my astral travel,
I hope the angels pick me up and guide into the Light.
On the other side, I'll be strong enough to defy evil,
Flying across the universe into the moonless night.
I'll be searching for the souls of my loved ones
To say how much I missed them, fighting the solitude.
Free from pain, we could soar under the nameless suns.
In selecting bodies we'll be allowed a lot of latitude.
I wish I unchained the souls which had expiated their sins:
They also have a right of the succeeding birth.
I wonder if mutation is harmful to our genes.
If I get back too late, will I find humans on earth?