I wish I were not dead,
Leaving behind all my possessions,
In a state as they were,
Not having chance to make final goodbyes,
I descend into new unknown realm,
Having no choice of my own,
I greet my fellow dead initially with dread,
Then I slowly ease into the wheel of society,
Only to know and grow my identity,
The identity I now proudly carry,
A folk hero etched permanently in legends,
Should now bid adieu to my unalive friends,
Having no choice of my own,
I ascend back into realm of the living,
Not wanting to meet and greet old life back,
In a state as it was,
Living all my problems once again,
I wish I were not alive.