Why are we here?
Are we like a fire,
Burning ourselves out?
Or are we a time bomb?
Ticking slowly..
down..
2..
1.
what happens next?
someday the universal clock
will grind to a stop
and the story of existence
will draw to an end.
Why are we here?
As you read this,
the clock is ticking
slowly backwards
who knows?
It may have already stopped.