Going home: The Afterlife

Just around the corner, is a place called home,
Eternal, forever, but that's how it seems.
We struggle in the race, to occupy our place,
It's exactly what I have seen, in my recurring dreams.

Childhood stories, about its glories I remember,
Not destined for all, but just a select few.
You better be good, you better say your prayers,
Eat the forbidden fruit, and forget your due.

Questioning the answers, is a less travelled road,
Afraid where it might lead, maybe to the depths of hell.
Fear, as they taught, is never the beginnings of wisdom,
A real wise man, is never a frog in the well.

Death becomes ours, there is always an end,
We head right home, to that beautiful shore.
The journey leads nowhere, we are back where we began,
Our home was where we lived all along, right from yore.