I hold my head up to the western sunlight passing through,
the trees and the leaves and everything which reminds of you.
Happiness is a thread of sunshine connecting hopes and dreams,
I'm taking the long walk home, alone in everything I do.
I talk to myself inside my head - I'm not afraid to die, not yet.
I've still got a while to walk until my sorrow takes the best of me.
I walk slowly and think fast - I don't have that much time.
In the end we all tend to think of how it began.
How did it begin? - At the start of the road of sunshine and hope.
How did it end? - At the end of the road leading me home.
Adding your comment:
death throughout the entire poem. The sun in the west is a setting sun and when it goes, the sunshine connecting 
hopes and dreams 
afterlife) and you’re going there. Alone. 
You are rehearsing the past in your mind and death has occurred to you. You don’t fear it 
because it is still ‘down the road’. Still you ‘don’t have that much time’. 
Good. 
