Meeting Death Daily

This existence must pass through death to become dust.
One who erases their own existence daily,
do they meet death every day?

A lifetime was spent in building this existence.
I don't know what the pride was for,
it didn't take a moment to crumble into dust.
Now existence has become zero,
pride has also become zero.

Time was wasted in vain,
it's good, even if it's late,
but to be able to feel this realization
is a great fortune.

The pride is in living life,
it was happening from within.
Everything is being sold for pennies,
the things I once desired to have.

Ever since I encountered myself,
there is nothing left to gather.
I became so determined to erase myself
that I came to know that which never perishes.
Now I won't have to wait for death to be erased,
when existence itself is about to end.