There will come a time
When memory is erased
And every good thing
And every bad thing
Will be as nothing
Anxiety, worry, joy, love, grief,
Laughter, heartache, happiness
Will be swallowed up
By the reality that you are
80 years in a 14 billion year old universe
Which is 14 billion years
In the vastness of eternity
Making existence zero in the grand sum;
So what are you in comparison?

You are a mirage in the desert
A brief flicker on the horizon
That makes the traveler wonder
If you were ever really there…

You were not.

This is not to despair
Let it take you into the welcoming air
To dissipate as the mist in the morning sun
That which once was, now undone.