The Story of Our Lives

the story does have a peculiar ending, silence, silence and perhaps darkness, nothing beyond the realm of imagination, our hopes conjure up a place called heaven, our fears torment with those of hell, no one knows, not the best of saints, what we may encounter past the physical, the flesh will melt, bones will dissolve, love dwindles out, memories are washed, thoughts fade out, then all is lost, yet spend a lifetime in quest of unobtainable, writing a tale of dreams, of romance, pacing the floor in hurried impatient steps, warring for glory, building epitomes of class, but the story does have a peculiar ending, silence, silence and total silence, and darkness, perhaps in which is peace, what then after, no one knows, not even the best of saints, those who claim they know, have said the best lies, written them, sold them, and have held us slaves, they also now remain in silence, darkness laughs at their impudence, for voice of wisdom was never heard, and the absolute truth was sold for silver.. so stop for a moment, and rewind the story, and play it the way, you want it played, the only thing you own is this moment, and each moment that might follow, beyond that all is silence…… Written 3/03/2022 wrote at 3am when all is silent