What is it?

What is it about death, that scares us so much?
Is it because it's not palpable, or something we can touch?

What is dying anyway, besides the end of a long road?
Maybe not so long for others that is, but they reap what they sew.

I don't understand why we're so scared.
Sure we're comfortable, after we get there.

But where is there?
Where is here?
When we die, do we just disappear?

Why haven't we tried to float away? When we die, do we even know what to say?

What is it about death that keeps us living?
Why is life the gift, that keeps on giving?

Why do all of the little kids cry about it? And why do all of the adults joke about it?

I thought death was a fairy tale,
something gargantuan, not to scale.

But now I ask, what is it about dying?
Why, when we see it, do we always end up crying?