If I wake before I die,

At least I can give life a try.

 

Now that I’ve awakened from my sleep.

I pray no prayer for those who weep.

 

If I live a lie while I’m awake,

It’s my own life that I’ll take.

 

For if a man cannot handle his own emotion,

Perhaps he should make reason his key devotion.

 

Just look through your senses

And you’ll certainly see.

That in every man,

Or near by at least, there is always a part of me.

 

Yes—you know the part I’m speaking of,

The one that makes you cringe.

The part that makes you feel victorious,

Because you’ve reached the highest peak,

After a long running binge.

 

Yet in the same very instance

You are overwhelmed with an unbearable fear.

 

But how, you ask, is that so when you feel so alive?

Well because causal inferences arise

—my dear.

 

See, that is why in the moments that you feel most alive

you are also reminded that death is, too, nearby.