I Walk With Death

I walk with death everyday
As I cook it hopes for an explosion
When I have breakfast it waits for me to choke
When I shower it hopes I would slip and fall
Whenever I leave the house its hopes grow ever tall
As I walk down the road it prays that a tree would fall on me
Or that a vehicle would make me fickle
And when the sun rises it looks on for heatstroke
Sometimes it strengthens by what people say
And if the mind is weak will have its way
Even wishing me broke so I can't eat and thereby starve
What a chaperone in death that I have
It never leaves me, it's always near
It's even closer if I'm full of fear
On the beach it would have me drown
Or see that my pressure rise when I frown
No matter the deed I do
Death holds true
Even when I sleep it doesn't take a break
But prays the Lord my soul to take
I've learned though not to fear death
But to savor its presence with every breath
When it does obtain the power to kill
Nothing I do will offset its will
So with death I'll keep walking hand in hand
It's power I can understand
For me to die is in the plan