strange thought

one day you wont be here. this is a strange thought indeed. one day you will be gone as will all your friends and relatives and lovers and pets. all gone. poof. the building your are in, the restaurant, the farm the home. all gone nothing. time lays claim to all things, all lives, all dreams all art and even love. in the end there is nothing and it is just as it began from nothing. not sad, not happy, not anything. nothing. and what got him was nothing which is more than anyman even a poet can understand.