Are We There Yet?

The hardest part of life,
is facing our own death.
We spend our time dreading
taking our last breath.
Why can’t we enjoy living,
with this burden on our head?
We make up comfort stories,
that say we’re never dead.
We’ll float in Heaven, reincarnate,
or even burn in Hell.

I’d like to meet our relatives,
with their story to tell.
Since you were born so perfect,
why did you die of ill health?
Now tell me, how’s the universe,
did you meet God himself?
Let’s get out the Ouija Board,
and push things off the shelves,
pretend that something’s happening,
we’ll terrify ourselves.