Fear of death

It begins when you born

It's deciding when you're not

It's taken without ask

It's far but so near

Death is inevitable, in its way my friend.

I may no nothing

Still, there is something,

Something that you can't ignore.

I raised the word, meaning and worth

Let me solve the puzzle,

Let me see it through,

It's nothing but prospective.

I died, the day I was born.

(Then why should I fear, I say.)