I don’t fear not being for how would I know
That I couldn’t know anything – not even not being?
With no memory of life having ever been lived
All deed that were doing must then be forgiv’d.
Nonexistence is futile. There’s no disagreeing
Unless not to be is a good way to grow.
I don’t mind dying; I might as well not
Since death is a thing that will happen to all.
I’d much rather go in my sleep just the same.
To perish in mishap would carry no blame.
If by sickness its quickness will strengthen its call
But it’s not that I think about death quite a lot.
Even the afterlife worries me none
If there’s a place where we all reunite.
The only thing that consumes me with terror
Are acts I committed while living in error
All shown before me in the brightest of light.
I’m remorseful for some of the things that I’ve done.