I often ponder my own death
A word that has become
All too familiar to me
I often ponder my own absence
Leaving like a ghost
Into the ever expansive sea
I often ponder the though
To abandon the way I feel
Yet it always comes back to me
Like a benevolent disease
When I throw it out into the ocean
It floats back to me, my emotion
Likewise, I want to float away
But every morning I still see
The Light of day