He thinks to himself
“Am I dying?
A most curious feeling is this.”
but deep in his soul
he yet fights for control
of the cognizance, rightfully his

He’s certainly
fed up with vying
for the presence of mind that he seeks
but his thoughts are delayed,
he knows that he has strayed,
and now only leans to remiss

While he thinks to himself
with his picture of health,
“Even Death would be better than this.”