On Why I Will Die

The Unseen is very Deep

I can sense it, there is a reason I will die, beyond the accepted prediction drawing me short of a total eagerness for eternity. 

This because the anticipation, simply put, has an end times unpleasantness. Times that themselves, it could be said, are passing away. Maybe I will be glad of that anyway, because so many in it do not wish each other well. 

It spoils the view for strolling at sunset.