What if we never died? What if there was no such thing as a brief life? Nor a tragic end?
Would we feel meaning in the things we do? Or value in the loves we cherish? If nothing ended, would anything retain its value?
Could we really live for the end of days? And find the light as radiant as always before?
If we never feared an end to it all? Would our experiences diminish to nothing? Perhaps the loom of death gives a gentle push And the grim reaper waits idly by Watching with fervor to see our many accomplishments As we race against his pocket watch of destiny