He was in his death bed laying on his last moments
As he reminisces, he plunges himself to the past
I am dying, he thought himself
Pondering about the things he's never done
How he never swam the vast oceans across the world
Climbed the tallest mountain that ever existed
Regretting about how he never stole the stars from the night sky

Here he lays on his death bed faced against his mortality
The cold and dark death whispered across his ears
An afterlife might be waiting after him,
He might be reincarnated and live a thousand lives,
But this life will remain unlived