I wonder, what will I think as I take my last breath;
as in one instant, my universe crashes to earth.

will I be proud of this brief moment of light;
as I return to the void and the sun fades out of sight.

will I still care enough for this aimless charade;
to shed a tear for this world which I slowly made.

or will I, when I have nothing to lose or to hide;
admit enduring this descent was a matter of pride.

I wonder, for how long will my memory last;
before my dearest friend forgets me, and I am lost in the past.

the next day the sun will rise again, the people hurrying to work;
the flowers still blooming, the earth rotating like clockwork.

but if no matter what I do the ending will be the same;
is the only way to win, to quit playing the game?