journey without start

Death, a word, a natural event that has been in my mind since childhood,

Not as a morbid thought, not always, but as a thought that needs no action.

Is death the end, the beginning or just a point in this long journey of existence?

True it is I know, for sure I feel it cannot be the end of the eternal life that flows,

It cannot be a beginning as I do not know what lies beyond the day we part.

True it is we cease to exist the way we did and no one knows what lies beyond.

No one assures how do we come back and even if we do to this state of being.

Perhaps, in that way death is the end, the end of me the way I existed for all,

The way I lived, loved, hated and was hated by all who will all pass one day.

Beyond that starts a journey that will have no name, face and form that is me.