One day those bones of yours will begin to rust.
Fading away.
Reducing to dust.
Just as everything else had wasted away, gone with the winds of yesterday.
You wont be you and I wont be I.
Neither of either wont apply.
The sun will stop being hot and the moon will stop shinning.
Our minds will fade and time will wade.
And it will all stop.
And it will all end.