but a broken spirit cannot become any more broken, only repaired.

Long enough have I lived in survival; now I accept death that I may be in thrival.

If we all truly came from nothing, then why fear returning to it? To be shapeless, without form.

Now, I continue...

as the wind blows,

as the water flows,

as the sky snows,

simply because...

I wish it so,

so let's see how it goes!