I Go To Sleep

Every night, I go to sleep

It all goes black

The TV turns on

Then I come back

I live my day

Think my thoughts

And breathe the air

Then at night, I go to sleep

Like I was never there

As I slip away into my night

Fading sound and fading sight

I wonder from the dimming light

Is this what death is like?

I may not dream

I may not feel 

My life may not have even been real

But the TV was on…

While I was asleep

But when I die,

It may not be.

Where was I before my life?

Wasn’t I dead before I was born?

In a way I was, by not being there.

But now that I’m here, I can only leave or stay

So what makes death death… is the going away.