This end we strive so hard to ignore
Creeps slowly behind and ahead of us all
For all we have done does turn to dust
Until one day lay down we must
This will to survive deceives our minds
While our hearts beat away our precious time
And yet the winds blow on and the sun still shines
The mountains grow and the rivers wind
The world keeps turning
Another day goes by
Just to remind us that one day we'll die
There's no escape nor should there be
For nature needs her symmetry
Mountains crumble and winds become calm
The night comes out when the sun goes down
And one day in the ancient skies
The world will stop turning through space and time
And what will be left when we are dead and gone?
That's an answer best left unknown
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Saxon Crow (
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But our Spirit will go on to eternity SC.
Andy
Good write SC.
(if dust, eventually
floats up, and up
far above cloud
will we, too
become space dwellers?
this space
we're all so desperate
to conquer
is it merely, accumulative
of death's debris, be it stars
or what was once, living matter...
or does the universe, end
when we take our last breath
like this is all a reality attuned
to one individual
like the truman show, but more
morbid, more perverse
and thus all life, is less meaningful
a lie, far beyond that Matrix
horror
or maybe, it's all
just cyclic nature...)
always endlessly, intriguing
to dive down that 'great perhaps'
rabbit hole
a great write, dear Poet
thanks for sharing
The greatest mysteries of our existence... The inhales and exhales of the universe, and the very reasons why seeking a purpose matters, are all enshrined in these words... In finite indeed...
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