On the day that I die, I hope the sun cries stronger than its average sunlight.

Beaming positivity into those who don't try nor seem to care

I will never fear days when I'm not there.  And though it may appear, my intentions are steered.

Let this direction be a perception of clear.

My purpose has been fulfilled I'm fueled by life & deaths contrast, counterparts in a fashion

Let my thoughts never be heard, but instead dipped into acid, poured into cups then drank by the masses

Death by ideal or death by a passion?

I rather lather in goals and feelings of satisfaction.