A poem on death.

Hey guys. I've been thinking about death lately. I don't think it is wrong of me to do so. I think it is healthy. I wrote a poem about it. Let me know what you think.

"Things fall apart-" that's what they say;

And, though true, that seems a fatalistic way.

We're going to die, this we know,

And so we cram our lives full,

Running from death like fast from slow.

Hear this: life is a vapor, death the pull

From transience to forever.

Life is a trapdoor; death? The lever.