Dust Meets Dust

The spot where we stop to exist
We live no more.
The memoirs survive

Buried in the hearts
Of those that live to remember
They too fade away with time
The freshness of today is lost
In the future of tomorrow.

This is a rule, that reigns supreme
those that live in nature's bosom
Shall depart from all untrue bondage
To merge back in the true Entity.