Thoughts of Depravity

Tell me,
When the day of death hits
And at last I'm floating free,
Far from clustered worries,
Far from wounded pride,
And the desperation of daily life,
Manic sighs of overgripped goodbyes,
And the perpetual fear of the leap
Into love, laughter, happiness, song,
Sadness, nakedness, loss, wonder.
When all these futile ruminations,
All these transferences of fear,
That shatter me in so many ways,
Like the death of once-vibrant hope
Shatters in so many ways human hearts,
When these are over with,
Tell me:

Who will I be?