I can’t help but wonder
How death will go down
In a fiery fan of flames
Or slow trickle burnout

Will I lay round for days
In a comatose state
Or with bags quickly packed
Leave right away

Will my life in a flash
In its final brain bend
Relive all my days
From beginning to end

Or me skipping along
Minding my business
When my heart says hold on
I’ve no longer got this

Will it be more of a plop
Than a final bow
The day that I drop
Will this tree make a sound

You never do know
When or where you will go
Until death catches up
And it’s the end of the show