Everyone knows what it's like to be dead

Everyone knows what it's like to be dead
'cause everyone knows what's in like when in bed,
when not even dreams come between you and rest,
when each conscious thought is an unwelcome guest.

We've opened our eyes after countless eons
thanks to the stars that fill skies by the billions
and also our forebears who have sown their seeds
and passed on to us all the fruits of their deeds.

Our time may be short, the day may be fleeting
- it need not be forever to have meaning.
And going to sleep isn't something to dread
for everyone knows what it's like to be dead.

Reflecting on the brevity of life and the frivolousness of nature. Apparently, we have spent and will continue to spend billions of years being dead.

*Also posted in my DeviantArt account. 

Decay

A single gray hair at age twenty three
makes me wonder how long would it be
before the rest of my head turns gray
without a single ebony stray.
Is it supposed to be a warning,
a sign that I am slowly burning?
Would I soon find myself all ashen,
mere dust being blown into heaven?

I found a single gray hair on my head recently, and it led me to imagine that when the time comes when one can't get any grayer, that's the part where one crumbles to dust, like the body's all burned out. I suppose that, to some degree, everyone has a fear of "burning out" and just turning into nothing, however inevitable it may be.

*Also posted in my DeviantArt account.