Existence
All alone,
Between the graves,
Headstones,
Flowers,
All around me,
Sad inscriptions,
Expired Time,
Got to get to my senses,
In the moment, I will see,
Just how crazy lives can be.
Endless morals,
Fear of death,
Those who died before me,
All illusions, wasted time.
Got to get out of this story,
The only way that I can see,
Now, is the life for me.
– Rochus van der Vaart
I have overcome my own fear of death by welcoming, and, surrendering to it. Therefore, my epitaph is written every day-like your words in chalk do.