If I should someday fall from the sky

Or hit my a head a little too hard

Or any other event that causes me to die.

I wonder what fate awaits my soul so charred.

If energy can neither be created nor

Destroyed, then where does it go,

The energy that shifts and soars

From the world to me and to and fro

Will my soul open eyes to an afterlife?

Will my light echo through space and

Time like a fallen star felled by some strife?

What rest awaits our souls so burdened?

As you can see this is the best poem

Because it returns to that age old question

Picked at by philosophy, science, and religion.

Yes, indeed, it’s better than the rest of them.