Brilliant Conciousness

The line between brilliant consciousness And the darkness of oblivion Is thin, is faint. The physical is simply a host; But does it contain a ghost? Why are we here? What we do, Does it have any effect on, who are you? And what about when we are not? We are but once a simple dot; A spot stuck To an orb with blue hue. The light is faint; In the large night. What about when we are not? Into the darkness do we go? Or is it dawn At the start of night? Vanish into the air With a flutter of the eyes. Up into the skies? Those must all be lies, Where to when we rise into flight? Once that light comes; Once it will go. It should not be so, That it would depart And leave no glow. Is it a portal? Or does a shuddering rhythm; A reluctant silence turn out the lights. Such a small change in the end; Were we ever here? No one will ever know, Where we will go. The battles we fought. The laughs that echoed around, The smiles brought from somewhere beyond the sound. Who will know? No you and I; Perhaps the sky.