I’ve dreamt of myself dying
I’ve seen myself die in style
Sometimes the hero sometimes not
Sometimes it’s a sad tragedy
I hover there just watching
My own demise unfold before me
Perhaps I’m worried by my legacy
Perhaps I’m just counting my time
Have I achieved all I should
Perhaps I ate the wrong meal
Before I attempted to sleep
Perhaps I’m going mad
By the paranoid thoughts
Which I’ve come to accept
Are slowly becoming a part of me
Perhaps I need to escape
All the lies and fears
That others instilled in me
Perhaps its all an excuse
I have no answers
Just a list of questions
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