The Light Always Burns Out

I do not know my ending
I do not on what day I'll die
I know the light burns out
I know the night calls louder
With each passing hour

I am not burdened by nostalgia
I am not longing to revisit my past
I am not scared of the future
Though I know not what comes next
I am assured someday the light burns out
You can live in fear
I have chosen it as my reassurance
When all life spirials downward.