Deathbed

[refisher]

The prospect of ends has always been terrifying for me,
Yet the ultimate end is even more so.   It haunts me.

I am who I am, yet I am told not to fear
The unbecoming of me as the end grows near
But that is what truly frightens the most:
That I do not know when I'll reach the coast.

Infinite   Finite   Ambiguity twists around in my head
Eternal   Temporal   My logic is challenged by the elimination of time
I cannot think like You

Sometimes I wonder how it is that it will come to me.
Will I be warned, or will it arrive like a surprise?

These mysteries...
Such mysteries!

Scientists do not Believe because there is not any proof
The religious are so naive that they "order in the troops"

We are who we are, yet we argue what that is.
The pursuit of truth is to philosophize
But in order to obtain the answer
Death must be pursued, too

For the answer to life, I must die?
Though I suppose I know Life already   Sort of...
To grant clarity to my sight, die?
Though I suppose I can See already   Sort of...

You sent me a Guide after giving me Life but sometimes it's like I have only a Book.

So when that comes to me, lay me in a casket made of Irony
Forget the stone; write my creation and expiration on Mystery
Instead of dirt and flowers, just cover me with Opacity
Don't say a prayer, just whisper a haunting Melody

Infinite   Finite   The Truth is, but what?

What is truth?   What is Truth?
Can I understand?
Will I live to know?
These mysteries...   Such mysteries!
Let me go.