I Go to Seek a Great Perhaps
What will happen when we're done?
When we've shuffled off the course?
Perhaps the world restarts itself
or maybe we just fall asleep?
No one ever comes back from
the land just past the darkest veil.
Whatever we wish to believe,
It's all just myth until we see
What lies beyond the stony grave.

(jeeesus christ my iambic pentameter needs some work...)