The Expanse

Permanence is a myth
Relavence is arbitrary
Evidence is surpassed
By desperation for a meaning

All throughout this expanse
Wandering silhouettes

The clock is winding down
Like shadows fading in the dark
The fields are withered now
Like silhouettes without a sun

The particles are all disbanding
There's nothing left to hold the bond
The universe is tired of spreading
And we are all left in the clouds