A hundred ways to die

Will it be on the plane

In the car stuck in a ditch

Will it be on the sidewalk

In broad daylight

Or in covert darkness

With no one but the stars

To hold witness to my end

I go over it again and again

I see my demise

Every time I close my eyes

And the suffering is great

And the pain is plenty

But all I think about

Is how I wasn't ready