Today like yesterday
We wait expectantly for heaven
Still the nearest route is the fearsome grave
That which leads the opposite direction
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Tragedy is that yet we don't try to (commonly) to leave the surface by our own. Perhaps heaven we create somewhere within our heart. Thanks.