It’s not really death
That deprives us of our chances in life…
It is our own desires.

Fulfilment is what we seek
Satisfaction is what we pursue
And gratification is what we settle with.

Our time becomes a commodity
That we trade
To acquire the means to happiness.

Our relationships become transactional
Wherein we foolishly mistake
The means to be our end.

Our lives get entangled in a pointless conflict.
How can our death be a celebration
When our lives are not?