What is eternity like?
What does one do forever?
Does one get bored?
Does one do the same thing daily?
Do days even exist anymore?
Do things begin or end?
What would happen to you?
What if you’re not there?
I’m not so sure about eternity.
I’m sure hoping you’re there.
Staring down into a glowing abyss
Ever uncertain of what I might miss
My eyes are averted, my head affixed
To the ceaseless racket, drivel so crisp
To my eyes betrayed, the antithesis
Of a life spent free of its endless mist.
If I were a present
I’d be the future.
If I were tangible
I’d be untouchable.
If I were a scene
I’d be unseen.
If I were an object
I’d be a subject.
If I were a word
I’d be unknown.
Thanks for reading.
-j
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