Where do we go when we die?
Is there a Heaven or Hell?
Whether Stairway or Highway,
Is death not a final farewell?
Or, once gone, is there nothing?
Do we merely cease to exist?
Living on only in memories
Of the people by whom we are missed.
Or perhaps we return as another,
The slate completely wiped clean,
Human, insect, mammal or bird,
With no memory of all that has been.
I like the first law of Thermodynamics;
That no energy is created or destroyed.
Our atoms will simply become something new,
Each merely otherwise employed.