Last Question

Time an elusive thread, Unraveling mysteries, yet time remains unread and unknown. From birth to death, its secrets keep winding, Yet its origin, and ours, reprove our theories. A journey through aeon, our pale blue dot's misfortune, vexed with time. Lost in the vastness, like dust in the night. Time, a silent machine, devours without sound, Leaving ashes for unborn life. From young to old, a cycle we trace, Each slipt second a heartbeat, in time's endless loop. Father Time, steady and wise, holds the key, Co-existence of joy and sorrow, for you and me. Time, an endless film. Time a circle, loop of circles. Tracing new path every moment. In its loop, happiness and sadness unite. Time, our last question, remains unsettled, In its belly, our stories, yet to evolve.