About Death (Louis Toliver Jr. - Swartz, LA)

Here I am sitting at another deathbed 

I've lost another friend to age and time

It's hard to not think about changes 

Ones we could of made, the ones I made 

I wish I could have certainty in this moment 

Death brings about so much fear, pain 

When we are born, no promises exist 

The timer is set and begins to tick away 

It would be unreasonable, rather tragic 

Obsessing over the ticking away, time loss 

Yet, that's exactly the pattern of loneliness 

This reality that how we've come, we leave 

So many us are living hoping to beat death 

Obsession, the friend whispering in you ear

Says there are ways to avoid struggle, lies

We are confused, death is not a struggle 

Death is the gateway with lock and key 

It is a different lock, and journey, from birth

The key, how we get to our end, is learned

Each vessel of struggle is designed different 

And at the gateway there are results waiting 

This is why the death is obsession, time 

The life lived determines the grand design