Often confusing

Entropy

Entropy is a bitch,
But it has to happen, a world built upon this glitch.
To fray the threads of tapestries we make,
All lives we live, just fake,
Promises of grandhood, all to end.
Just for the next to pretend,
Like they were the first to think ,
All you thought, to feel the reds,
And taste the blues.
And think they discovered the hues,
While u lay under, undisturbed somewhere,
Only your memory, a faint whisper in the air.
If only there was someone to remember you,
Or maybe there isn't ; in which case did you,
Exist, persist, consist of something,
Something you did has to be left,
But nothing will, not by entropy's name,
Not money, not love, not fame.
All for dust, and that's the beauty of it all,
All of us dust, stardew and fall.