Would it be natural causes,
Or would it be in flight?
Would it be from poisoning
Or would it be during a fight?
And after considering the ways to die,
I begin to think about the afterlife.
Would it be in heaven, peaceful and quiet?
Or in hell, full of horror and strife?
Would we simply end in heaven,
Or would our soul fade away?
Would we cease to exist,
Or would we return another day?
I contemplate the chances,
Would anyone would remember me?
The way I laughed with them
And the way I used to be?
I makes me wonder what would happen
But I know I cannot dwell on death
And as long as I'm living, I must worry
About the now instead of my last breath. . .
