The End
THE END... When does it end? Every breath, every second, every move; From the trees teetering to the wind, to the distant call of a bird, Of a faintly heard smile of a child far away, To the motion of the stars and shallow clouds in the sky, Forwards it moves, forwards. And only forwards; It moves, achingly dragging us along; Cosmos births from it, The mother, Dies from it ironically; It is, The rapid enemy and the slowest friend, If you see it, ask its answer; When does it end?... Why does it end? Every loving father, every ever-caring mother; Every relation of blood, that thickens our brethren's bond, Every seed, every giant, Every God, every saint, Every outcast and every malefactor; Every star and stardom, every king and his kingdom; Falls, falls and surely falls, With it, everything falls, either false or truth; Everything that is, would soon not be, For seemingly it's the only truth, So when you see it, ask its answer, Why does it end?....