You wonder if your life is through
when comes that final end ,
or merely the beginning
of a new and better trend.
You wonder if there is no more
when vital organs cease ,
or should you look for better things,
a brand new form to lease?
You think about a cycle
in which you'll be re-born
to grab for still another chance
to mend those ways you've worn.
Shall each life be more perfect
than the one you've lived before
or is this the way you're choosing
just to even up some score?
You hear, "reincarnation,"
and you wonder if it's true ,
or is this end the real thing
where no one lived but you?