The sun will rise tomorrow
Though it may not shine on me
Or anyone I know or love
Or half way care about
Still the sun will rise
Though life becomes extinct
And the continents lie barren
While the sea is boiled away
Even when the sun explodes
Though the world is blown to atoms
And all traces of my life destroyed
Still the universe is full of stars
Each one of them a sun that rises
Though on a distant planet
Where I could never hope to stand
And feel its alien rays
And these suns will die eventually
Though no-one will observe
The final singularity
And the fading of all light
Still the sun will rise tomorrow
Though I can't be bothered watching
For I've seen it all before
And it's just another day
Comments
anipani | November 13, 2007 - 11:34
this is too like my present state of mind to be comfortable, and in that state of mind it is so hard to find anything worth writing or reading about. But it worked . regards ani
WilkyBarKid | November 17, 2007 - 23:47
If there is nothing worth writing about, then it is valid to write about nothing, I feel. But this is also a kind of wake up call. Life is cosmic, man.