Memento Mori

Everyone I love is going to die, 
and I will die as well. 
I think about this before I sleep, 
and have since I was a child. 
In my life will I make a difference? 
In my death will I be missed? 
Will I be granted some sort of an afterlife, 
or will I just cease to exist? 
This fear makes me feel so naive, 
I wish that I could just accept, 
but I'm chilled by the redundancy of 
thoughts collected, but not kept. 
Maybe I'm still a stupid little boy, 
too weak to understand what will come. 
I want to find peace of mind, 
maybe no mind is the answer to that condundrum. 


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Oh I want to be a baby again. 
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Oh I want pure thoughts in my head. 
Em              G      A 
Oh I want to be a baby again. 
Em           G   A 
Oh I want to forget.