Billions of years from now,
The sun’s warm light will fade away.
Even the Milky Way, and the Universe,
Will eventually cease to exist.
Time spares no one, and nothing;
But what will become of time itself?
Perhaps it is part of a big cycle,
Continuing indefinitely and unending;
Flowing forward and backward,
Throughout all of eternity.
Or maybe it will fall victim to itself,
Like light trapped in a black hole.
Still yet, maybe time doesn’t even exist;
We just choose to believe it does.
In the end, I suppose we’ll never know
As we are too intertwined.
by Cody McCullough