You will die tomorrow.
So what will you achieve today?
Will your day become dictated by sorrow?
Or would you stray beyond your natural way
To try and accomplish all of the things
that you were once afraid of?

Maybe you can't decide,
Maybe you'll cry about it,
Maybe you'll waste your time wrestling with the thought of not wanting to die.
Maybe you'll shamefully realise
That every single day of your precious little life
Should have been lived as if this day were right;
As if you were really going to die...