Ye may question
If I’ve sorted
Life’s accrues,
Thus so before
I’m to exit
From this land
In final snooze,
That who follow
Said loved best,
Find understand
I chose elect,
To so abscond
Until I opt
Hence to be gone,
Yet ready or not
I’m laid to rest
As the gods select,
To have my hide
When they decide,
That time runs out!