Finality

Shooting Stars,

They always seek,

To live forever,

Or so they think.

And so they blaze,

Across our sky,

Their icy bodies,

Mourn and cry.

Their end they say,

"It comes too soon."

They flee before,

Impending doom.

Fleeing, Fleeing,

Never seeing,

Where they go,

Or who they're meeting.

They waste away,

They're younger days,

Never once thinking,

Of changing ways.

Yet then it comes,

So bold and clear,

The only thing,

They ever feared.

In the last few minutes,

Before the end,

They grimly sight,

A Final trend.

All those that passed,

Were once alive,

And all that lives,

Must one day die.