Imagine if you will a barren wasteland.
A spherical landscape covered in black tarmac
The sky is gray and dim, yet so familiar
As you lay your head back you close your eyes.
You know the water is coming back
Like blood in your throat,
Coming back to wash you and this world away.
Natural and real, time knows no bounds…
Everything will wash away in millennia.
Such little time to the universe indeed…