Morbid thoughts, I feel them approaching like a veil, a cloud across the sun.

That unconscious step

So, yes, unconscious 
I must surely be
As I slip away
Across the sea

Know the ferryman
He has no change
My leaving date
I must rearrange

A ticket to pass
A farewell kiss
Release the life
That I will not miss

And yet, my mentor 
Ever, it seems
I may return
To weep in your dreams