The Long Sleep Good Morning

"To sleep, perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come"
- Hamlet (III, i, 65-68)

To sleep, finally to dream
To let life rub you one last time
For in that sleep all dreams will come
When all will shuffle off thier mortal coil
Relinquishing the metal to flow into molten pure energy
Free from any cast or mould
Instead an energy free to fill and spill
Beyond time's cruel whips and scorns
Past the spurn of humanity
Transcending all love and joy
Into the undiscovered country and endless plains
To which all travellers return to
A new enterprise upon the final frontier
And so to sleep, one long last time.