You can wear all their clothes,
And watch all the same TV shows.
Little spots of you
Dripping down
Into the dust.
You can’t even form a reflection
in the mirror anymore.

Death, the root of all fears
the first fear
the fire behind the human spirit.
contemplate non-existance?
impossible!
inevitable…
immortality
the carrot dangling just out of reach
we will grasp it
when we learn how to lay on our backs
instead of bounding forward
into the night