Death is just the end of me

That enigmatic “I” set free

Joining existence
….of free will
…. or in resistance
Never the less “me” will cease to be
…. eventually

Ah well, it was only ever an illusion anyway
I’ve only ever been a self important variable
… in an infinite algorithm
…. Set in motion
….at the beginning of time

What arrogance that I value myself
… Or you
… Or anything

But I do

So I dread the end of me.