My end is so near, yet I feel no fear.
I lay there in soft bed of white clouds,
Above all that used to be my life.
From the towering heights,
my worries, my whims and my wants,
felt so minuscule and trivial.
But what glitters are the bread crumbs
that I laid along the path of life.
The fleeting moments that shaped me,
those failures that made me,
those friends always beside me,
Egging me to reach where I wanted to be.
For now when my mind is weak and my body frail,
what remains are the bread crumbs
   that I leave along the trails.