Delusions come and go, to choke the light of living.
Every possibility, every risk obstruct reason's eye,
And melancholiates the sea of thinking
Till the soul leaves the body and they die.
Here and there, I wander and wonder.
But is there indeed, deep beneath or high above, looking down towards
Earth, an answer?
Yet I try not to cower; not until I sigh my last breath
Over my dead body, as they say. I will continue unfearful
Until I am beckoned by the enticing finger of Death.
Rattled to my own bones, I shan't be
For Death is not to take me, but welcome me as a friend.
Returning to dust, as nature had willed
I do not escape, but embrace my end.
Even though some wishes I had are left unfulfilled,
No regrets in Styx as I arrive,
Death is why I've lived my life.
