For some reason "and Bill Clint claims to have fixed these streets" feels like the source of your line. I'm not doubting it's originality, if you were writing 30 years ago you could've been a rapper.
JRR Tolkien was the source for the first part, as it’s a line from Lord of the Rings (specifically spoken by Gandalf). The second part was on by Me for this comment. How original this is? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
This makes me happy, not giddy, not excited, but there's something waiting for me that's absolutely incomprehensible.
Twenty years ago it would've kept me up at night and made me cry silently into my pillow.
Many years ago I noticed I'd get those thoughts when I stayed up too late into the morning wasting my time away, and I would panic and spiral, but when I woke up I'd barely have memory of those thoughts.
Now when I stay up to late and I get those thoughts I know it's time to go to bed, I just accept that they come, and I know that they'll be there, they just don't bother me. Very much like my eventual demise.
If they're intrusive you probably haven't had enough time to contemplate them. Live with them a while and you'll find them to be another part of existence, and they'll make you appreciate your existence, no matter how temporary, even more.
And don't ever believe anyone who says they know what happen to them/you the moments following your demise, they only hope to make your time with this existence benefit themselves.
Good.
I have consisted it.
Now what?
Don't leave me hanging!!
(But absolutely do not make me consider others mortality - I get super depressed either by the lack of it or the inevitability of it (for the very select few).)