When I'm gone the seasons change
As if nothing ever happened.
Flames will burn and rain will fall
As my flesh and bones are blackened.
All the words and thoughts and dreams
I've said and thought and dreamed and uttered
Are deep and dead inside a hole
And never hence shall be uncovered.
Things I've built, designed, created
Will live for just the briefest seconds.
It all decays and falls to dust
Succumbs to rest as eons beckon.
Cenotaphs or graves like mine
And stones that mark the lives now passed,
They decompose and yield to wind
Like memories not meant to last.
