The rescue of a withered body,
Escape for an eager soul.
It is the final act
One can do,
A path that all must take.
You cannot fight it,
Cannot throw yourself off it,
All must go on to the end.
Death is a looming burden to some,
The light and relief to others,
Like the key that unlocks a cage.
The end of the path is unknown,
But brings hope to those who have lost theirs.
The body is merely for living,
To feed the soul with life.
You do not die.
Your soul is simply saying goodbye.