When the darkness fades short,



and the new day is born.



What will the morning bring you?



will you have feeling of spite? pity? love? and such.



Only you will unravel the answer,



every day until the end of time.



Not every day until the end of time,



But every day until the end of your time.



When your legacy, memory, and dust are all that is left behind.



 



Having our nights of sleep let us recollect…

   As time moves forward into the future we stand in the present watching

current events become the past, not much longer shall we last as the

end grows near to all that is living.



Birds die and rain down from the azure sky that encompasses our beings

forevermore until the end of time.



We wonder why,

Fish die and float to the top of the water that flows throughout our

world like the blood throughout our beings.



We wonder why,…