the last day of winter will be
march 19th
sunrise and sunsets mark the
passage of time
revolutions and rotations are
how we measure
but one day even time will end
i know, i know it’s not around
the bend
but eventually there will be no
way to measure time
when everything in the universe
has expended all its energy
and all decay has ended
unexcited photons the
temperature of space
will float endlessly with no
one here to trace
their solitary existence
that’s the theory anyway
but tonight the sun has set
and it is february
and i am wet
as i walk around in the rain
people believe what comforts
them
so why do i believe this?
believe me dark streets of
decay are not bliss
i literally live without hope
without a god i have no
expectation of justice
fairness or similar concepts
everything simply is
as it is on these cold streets
noisy with rain
love is intangible and relative
to your expectation
no truer words have been said
then faith without works is
dead
because actions speak louder
than words
and are the only evidence that
prove your beliefs
so what does that say about my actions?
that i am condemned to stay
on these dark streets of decay?
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