The Distance of Time

Still A hundred years from now And it will all be over. Even the ones left behind To remember will be forgotten. There will be nothing left of this existence. The now will be lost to the past Like a wave lost to the ocean. Only the moon and the stars know the secret. And the wisest of men Shall perish beside the most fool-hardy. For no one is immune From the distance of time. Not even love can conquer that one. The Gods too, They will falter in their falseness And their flesh shall fall from the bone Just as surely as life shall fall from death. There is no escape. No reprieve. No mercy. And the weight of the illusion Grows heavier with every tick. Still A hundred years from now And it will all be over…