As Alex died,
The birds flew no more,
The sun shone bright for one last time,
And the air turns thin as melting ice.
he saw it coming,
to a better end,
emotions crippled with revenge,
Once the dream drove to him,
Next as death tolls his existence nil.
He saw god, he saw god for real
When the church bells finally chimed
The new sound is but who's listening
Was this life fruitful? Was this life daring??
For Christopher Johnson McCandless
Into the Wild.....
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