If I Am Not Real/Why Am I Afraid To Die? Poem by Shalom Freedman

I am not real
Why am I afraid to die?
If there is no person who is me
Why do others call me by my name?
If my self is only a series of selves
And not one self
Then why do I remember my past?

Oh not it is not that I am not real
It is that one day not so long from now
This will end
My mind will end
My sense of myself will end
My being a person in the world for others will end
And then at that end
Yes there will be no I and no self which is me
Unless of course there is some other world God knows about
Which we cannot.