In the end it makes no difference.
So take, your stance in life, your preference.
When we die, we're nothing but corpses.
You were great, but now you're pushing daises.
That human body so full of promise became too old
and now it's only good for fertiliser; allowing the future to unfold.
Doesn't matter if you're a king, you can't avoid it.
There's never enough power to avoid life's edits.
The part where you're snipped out because you have to be.
This is the way and it doesn't matter how
you hide from death's rotten, maggot infused touch.
Besides, after death your life doesn't mean much.
You'll lie in the ground like everybody else.
Or in a jar, composed of ash, lacking conscious health.
Whether prince or pauper you won't be there to know.
It's at this stage every last one of us is anchored to an all time low.
But of course it doesn't matter the tiniest bit for you, the real you.
Your body, clumsy and weak compared to what your soul can do.
For you are you and your body's your body, there's a difference.
Your body filled with imperfections and mechanisms of defence.
Once you ditch it you'll see everything for what it really is, we will.
Your inferior self will stay on Earth to fuel the future which is never still.
Your corpse is a vessel and the difference is always on the inside.
Once the inside leaves for home, then all that's left is flesh and bone.
Don't fear death, simply embrace it.
I only ask that you don't force it.
You'll die when you're meant to, and when you do.
Do so with a smile and maybe an explanation too.
Explain why you're so ready and happy to move on.
Why you're so utterly sick of this world and want to go home...
I hope this didn't come across as too depressing. But it's a message I'd like to share anyway.