For what

I’m dying and for what

For a greater cause?

My eyes are dimming and my thoughts become less attached to the world’s

My thoughts incoherent turn inward

As comforting warmth for a fleeing spirit

It was worth it

It’ll be better

Reunited as before I plucked into existence

For what am I dying

For what am I living

That I can for what

To claim for what

A metaphysical fort for my inorganic ego

To have for what to accompany me