First Rain will wash the dust off the roads,
Clouds will pass through the sky and change patterns
The moon will circle around the earth, slowly leaving its
grasp
People will be born, get old and die.
Forrests planted and burnt.

You will meet that special someone
Slowly, you will open up to him
And the importance of my being will dim
Till I will be no more than a vague memory

Buildings and mountains will crumble by air and sea,
The great icebergs will melt,
Mankind will fight again and again,
The reasons will always be forgotten.

Years from today,
I'll be sitting on my porch,
by the sea,
old, sick and heavily breathing,
staring to the point
where sky entwines with water
baring one final fact in mind
Everything Fades....