I fear death for reasons that are many and unknown to me, I fear the oblivion, like many, I fear the darkness, like some, I fear the reality that I won't be able to contemplate anymore. I won't be able to acknowledge the oblivion, Or the darkness. "But what if you are loved by many and remembered fondly?" Then rather selfishly I will not care As I cannot care when I cannot contemplate.
These are general shower/insomnia fuelled thoughts more than a poem