It starts with life and ends with death,
Somewhere before, somewhere between,
Lies a threshold that grants your breath.
Before life takes form, before it ends,
You feel the same—
The void calling your name.
Sometimes you answer before,
Sometimes later,
But eventually you must answer the call.
For it's the same route for all that exists,
A door everyone must pass through—
The atoms, the elements, even the molecules.
See, all that comes, all that remains,
Must return wherever they belong.
And all must perish and eventually die.