I'M Tired Of Titles Poem by Albert Witz

Me myself and I.
Everybody has to die.
No human can become complete until death is accepted.
Your heart, your soul, your whole being, finally fine with ceasing to be.
Free to what you believe, for all eternity.
Forever is a lonely time.
Come, take my hand, together death awaits.
Together until never did we meet.
The truth sets me free, having seen my end.
My purpose is to pretend.
That I must spread a message, promoting positives in an imaginary place.
Life continues moving at a breakneck pace.
We never slow down in what we call existence.