A young man dying asked himself,
What exactly life means to him,
Is it a journey of self-discovery,
But he feels nothing except uncertainty.

A young man dying ponders,
Why life has come to an end,
Or perhaps life, he wonders,
Is only a short memory span.

A young man dying tries to justify,
All of his actions during his short life,
There are regrets, painful and will not ease.
He wished he could undo his deeds.

A young man dying then tries to seek,
The true meaning and the idea of love,
He tries to draw a sensible conclusion,
But when near death, love seems like illusion.

The young man turns to his side,
Tears threatening to trickle, he fights,
The young man slowly starts to sleep,
The end is inevitable, and his soul just slipped.