What if I drew my final breath,
All that built me embraced by death.
Feelings, thoughts, and pride subside,
A vanishing echo of the soul's last ride.

No remnants of laughter or tears I cried,
Childhood memories in oblivion hide.
Playgrounds and hideouts no longer a guide,
Leaving a void where I once did reside.

Everything dissipates, a swift disappearance,
No value remains, no trace of existence.
Skills and status lose their relevance,
In the face of the void's sheer prevalence.

Cool or wired, poor or royal,
Loyalty or deceit, in death, they foil.
Dreams and hopes, uncompleted ventures,
Erased in a realm where nothing enters.

What if life's a ladder, an endless climb,
We linger on hope, for the aftertime.
Endless chapters, stories we scribe,
Yet, fading away, we eventually imbibe.