Someday I will die
And all I have known and achieved
Will be left behind
A fragment of life
Scattered over time
Will I cease to be
Or will my memory persist
A spectre left of me
An endless reverie
Destined for entropy
When it sets at last
The sun behind the hills
My shadow remains cast
Embraced in the contrast
Between the future and the past
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 