ONE DAY TIME WILL END
One day time will end.
The sweet nectar of making love
And the desire to kiss your lips
Will become just a distant
And diaphenous memory.
I wonder whether I will exist
outside of your brain
Or will I be just a concept:
A shadow, like a puddle of drying rain
Fading into some oblivion;
Gaseous, fumate molecules
Blending with nought but air?
Will it matter to me then?
When time has ended?
When time has ended
All things must have come to pass.
Having been, having gone, having ended,
What is left but to start again
If it will indeed be a possibility.
© Griffonner 2024
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