Someday. Someday.
When the sands of time have fallen.
& the shattered hourglass has blow away.
When there’s nothing to be known.
No insults or threats to throw.
When no one’s around to fear The Reaper’s final moan.
Someday.
Someday. Someday.
When the shadows have all lain down.
When the sun expands & sputters out.
The Earth’s just a cold rock spinning around in space.
The seas have boiled & burned away.
Beauty has long since ago decayed.
& The white-gray ash of ugliness is all that remains.
Someday.
Someday. Someday.
When there’re no truths to behold.
& Every single myth goes left untold.
When the hearts that held them dear have stopped cuz they’ve grown old.
Every thump, beat, pound, & patter.
Every whisper, grunt, & roar of laughter.
Every tick-tock, white-noise clatter will eventually fade away.
Someday.
Someday. Someday.
All the memories that each of us has saved
Will wane, fail, ebb, crumble, peter out, or wither away.
Not even heaven’s grace
Can intervene to save us.
The great cosmos will carry on
As it did before there was any of us.
Someday.
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