When the Lights Go Out

The stars will go out one by one Like the candles we make wishes on The inevitability of the sun Becoming a supernova Millennia after we become dust in the wind Wispers of lives we've lived Lost memories of love we'd win It all seems so insignificant But it's meaningful til our last breath I've felt the sun on my face I've shed tears for an empty space in my heart When it all fell apart I proceeded to build it back up again We might look like ants to a god But there is something triumphant about existing Despite the entropy, decaying through everything