"The Last Letter from Me"

I am writing you this letter so that you may know what has happened. I can't observe beyond today.  It's out of control, come what may..

Heading back home, I love the sunset sinking into the hills.  Why should I be afraid? I'm scared because it's new.  I'm scared because the world I've left is different through and through.

Have I fallen asleep?
Is this my idea in the air?
In a daydream I walk around.
Did I really even walk out? 

I have one life, and I give it to you because you asked me to. 
I'm just a pinion in the glorious machine.

Here I sing to the loss of the self to the swirling void behind me.
Or perhaps the idea self was just an illusion, and "I" simply never was.

Anyway, this might be the last time that "I" can tell you anything,  anything at all.
I feel like The Odd is 'me' now, and I cannot separate this experience of existence from the former.