The score will say Oblivion Won

Seasons go

And seasons past

Years go on

A bit too fast

First thing you know

It’s winter time

Your life force is

A distant chime

Your best days behind

And what’s ahead?

Plans and dreams are

All but dead

Clinging to Air

To consciousness

Remembering the

Ghosts of Past

Hoping for a last feat,

A legacy

Before you passed

To history.

A tiny unit of

The bungled and the botched

One more out of a thousand myriad of myriads

Whether you shine and leave a notch

Is getting closer and closer to naught

Plus what does it matter what the world said

Once you cold and forever dead?

You are part of Stardust and Greatness

But greatness has no consciousness

While you were searching for truth

You just forgot

There is no such word

It’s just a thought

You were fighting the river Lethe

Let it be, let it, Let. Delete.

The opposite of truth is Oblivion

And you forget that in the end

The score will say

Oblivion Won!

So enjoy this consciousness while it lasts

For no one knows no one can tell

If lack of consciousness is the only hell

For all we know it could be even

That Oblivion is the best Heaven