Perceptions of Eternity

At the moment of conception to breathing without care

Death's voice beckons to entangle our soul in his snare

He summons us in unyielding and ominous ways

Filling us with the menacing dread that our existence yet decays;

Though we try to dismiss that dance that we'll have one day with death;

Like a comedy of errors, or a tragedy in Macbeth

We've dismissed the essence of what life really means

Just hiding behind the immaterial to mask our terrified screams

Of our desperate fear and terror, the cry of our discontent

It's then we question right or wrong and our feelings of malcontent

How can one answer the mystery "How long their life will be?"

How do we NOT obsess about our future yet;

Resolve our personal question of "Where will we spend eternity?"