Under the watchful eye of fate, I wait,
Praying the grim driver halts at heaven's gate.
To bid adieu to those who've shared my plight,
Before embarking on the eternal flight.

If silence greets me from the death's domain,
I'll plead my case with vigor, not in vain.
For my ticket, not bought but bestowed,
From celestial scams, discreetly bestowed.

Life's trials weigh heavy, burdensome and dire,
In death's embrace, servants add to the mire.
Trapped in a cycle, doom's destination unclear,
Among oblivious souls, we journey in fear.

May disdain mark our path, our journey's course,
As we navigate life's maze with unyielding force.