Do you ever wonder

What happens when we die?

So many people think on this

Instead of asking why

 

Some think of a beautiful place

Called the afterlife

Where they soar in the sky

Until the end of time

 

Others think of a second life

Back here in the world

Chances to do it again and again

Until the sun turns black

 

Finally for some

The end is the end

Cold, black, endless

The true essence of death

 

For me, I try not to think on the subject

For life is a journey

Not a destination

And I want to be in the present

 

Wondering about what comes after

Is like guessing the ending of a movie

So wrapped up in the end

You miss the work put into the production

 

So don’t fret about the end

Instead just live

Live life in the now

And realize the end will come when it comes