Years orderly fade out to shade and dust
As tampered with by somebody unseen.
Poison exuded from the tree of life,
Annihilation rolling out into the scene.
A gust of wind will then remove the waste
(Ye flimsy days of comfort and recess),
Ain’t that a pointless struggle of their seed
Craving for remainings of the days.
Shadows of wonder are now passing by
For those with ears to hear and eyes to see,
The time is up, the end is near,
My heart might render properly their flee.
When I embark onto endless unknown
To those most distant clusters in the sky,
The only thing I leave behind as gift
Is speculation - that’s all I could provide.