Oblivion comes
With such terrible slowness.
Lush black depths of sleep.

Photo by MDARIFLIMAT (Pixabay)

The stories await,
In the books that people will
Never read again.

Photo by moshehar (Pixabay)

You should not be here,
In this desert with that gun.
You should be at home.

Photo by Danielhadmanphotography (Pixabay)

You’re a swirling mass
Of atoms that are taking
The world seriously.

Photo by sl3p3r (Pixabay)

Another day spent 
Exchanging time for money, 
Running out of time.

Photo by Jimmy McIntyre – Editor HDR One Magazine

A line on your face,
For every year that you live
Like rings on a tree.

Photo by Rod Waddington

When you pass away
Nature will recycle you
And you’ll be useful.

Photo by huevocosmico (Pixabay)

If you go insane
You will at least understand
The depths of your mind

Photo by ( Waiting for ) Godot

All day he must sit.
Staring at a computer:
Luring the muses

Photo by Semtrio

Find Yourself and then
Show the world what you have found;
It will be different.

Photo by iquraishi (Pixabay)