In The End

In the quiet and stillness
I think, alone with my thoughts
I ponder the inevitable and the paths that will lead there
I sense the change and fear it not
These things must be, if I'm to have lived
The turmoil, the drama, they shape who I am
They strengthen me against the onslaught of living
For in these trails of life, I have become who I am now
Who I will be in the future, for better or worse
I accept the challenge, sometime with grace,
Other times with all the will power I can muster to resist
In the end the mission will be complete
I face it resolute and steadfast in my beliefs
There is no other way to live
but as though you were dying.