Certainly just a pretty word for us, mortals.
We cannot grasp the irrelevance of time.
We can imagine, certainly, a century, a millennium,
Some unfortunate can look beyond.
However, eons, billions, when time itself is of no importance,
When civilizations crumbles, covered by dust,
The planet you inhabited rusts, like the morality…
What was it again? Why you cared?
What is it – to care? Should you?
Sane and insane. The borders blur…everything fades.
You’ve seen everything there is to see and done everything there is to do.
Turns out the Universe is not a mystery.
There’s no secrets. No knowledge. No drive.
Radiant becomes bleak, and bleak becomes…tasteless.
It’s your constant. You wonder where’s the sense?
You had it, when your clock was ticking…
It is silent. Worse, it’s not needed.
How do you deal with it?
When death is no longer an excuse, how do you cope?
You don’t, because, for us, mortals
Forever is just a word and it ends when convenient.