The mind's capacity increases

Stretching to fit every bit of knowledge. 

The realization of how useless this information will be,

While I lay there three feet under ground,

With no one coming to visit.

Toxic gases fill the air above my grave

Every Tuesday, the grass getting trimmed

To make me look more attractive.

When a child, happiness was all I felt,

The only worry was my parents.

A fear of divorce filled me.

All my worries still go to that possibility,

But, why worry about something I cannot control?

When I die, no one will remember me and my struggles,

I will just be a number to everyone else. 

This is the inevitability of it all

When my lambent soul leaves my body,

I will be a searcheless soul with no home.

Floating around,

In search of the silver samsung refrigerator.

The one item that has kept me alive for so many years, only failing when left empty.

Ascending from my body, looking at it from above.

The fourth self portrait of a candle.

Freedom is what defines me now.

Later on,

My body will lay motionless, deprived of life, slowly,

Slowly becoming heavier while the deathtakers suction out my oxygen. 

Becoming two hundred gills, as everything that was in my body leaves. 

My soul, in search of a new life.