Life is a series of death,
after each death,
we reincarnate only to die again.

This is not pessimistic;
this is beautiful.

We spend years
as many as 100
preparing for our death

Researching
Procrastinating
Fearing our moment of glory
Fundraising
Organizing
Making decisions
Gaining extensions
and perhaps taking on side projects at the same time.

When our career is over
we gaze upon snapshots
recordings
interpretations
renderings
of our death.

Some people die very well;
the creative geniuses of our time.

Some people go out
in utter normalcy
boredom
lifelessness
They do not have the spirit in them,
their patron,
Life,
will cut them off
unplug them
Oh tragedy!
They will die no more!
Is this my one gothic-poser spiel?