Oh tragedy -
This life that I find,
Laid out before me,
Within my mind’s eye.
Should I try?
Should I strive; to live and to love,
Should I walk amongst men,
Or with angels above?

A question I ask
Yet no answer I expect,
Wandering the unknown,
Clueless, except,
To my inevitable fate;
My eventual demise;
Death will be new,
It won’t be a surprise.