We measure time with
clocks and calendars
But what are these but
human inventions?
The Universe knows
not of hours or years
It has no need for such conventions
It expands and
contracts in cycles vast
Beyond our
comprehension or our
sight
It cares not for our
future or our past
It is indifferent to our
plight
We are but specks of
dust in cosmic space
A fleeting moment in
eternity
We seek for meaning in
this endless chase
But find no answer
or any certainty
We try to grasp the
infinite with words
But language fails in
our quest
We only touch the
surface
not the depths
We only see the
shadows
not the rest
We dream of
immortality and fame
But these are illusions
of our mind
The Universe will not
remember our name
It will leave us all
behind
Chester
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