There's a lonesomeness about it
This existence
Things come and go, begin and end
We march through the cosmos
Onward towards finality
Towards an eternal slumber beneath the soil

Each story comes to end
Years of memories and experiences to be nevermore
To be buried in the bones
An individual
A species
Slowly strolling the path to the void
A speck in the concept of time
Destin to return to the stardust that came before us