It's my life and my demise;
Don't presume to speak for me.
This should come as no surprise;
Do not tamper with my mortality.
It's my soul and my salvation;
Don't presume to fear for me.
It is you who suffers indignation;
Do not impose your morality.
It's my wisdom and my belief;
Don't presume to know better than I.
Existence might be brief,
But to live one also must die.
These laws of nature hold no shame;
Don't presume to mourn for me.
For I'll return from whence I came,
Recycled into a new reality.