My thoughts are dark, ominous
Apprehension floods my mind
A dark tunnel no light
No end

The plane lifts
Flies
As always I fear it will not
Why does it matter?
I do not cling to my life

I want peace
The peace of non existence
Juxtaposed with the desire to persist
To remain present in the physical
I vacillate

What do I want most?
My mind wants the peace of death
My body chooses life
Matter over mind

Is that a light far ahead?
Or is my mind playing tricks
Again?
Is the trick lightness or dark?

What happens next is mystery
Today I persevere, just today I choose

One day, in the tomorrow
My lightness goes dark
Will I go dark by choice?
Does lightness follow dark by choice?

Best to walk it through
Until my appointed time
If I am at all able