Eternity's End???....Poetry

When my mind sorta goes into a really philosofical(i know i spelt it wrong!) mode...it pours out this beutifull stuff-

The world dims and turns deathly gray,
As the mists of night gather,
Yet to plod along another way,
He gathers his will to flatter,

This world of his, an endless desert,
Gets tougher with sandy creeks,
Yet going along this path of life,
He leaves his ciphers and scripts,

He knows his marks on this sand,
They may not last forever,
But he leaves them still, maybe in vain,
Craving for that elusive winner,

But give up? He never will,
His mind so clear and arcane,
Because he knows his journey will soon end,
The sign to augment his days,



He is mankind with all his traits,
And habits for the reckoning,
And so is his nature, wants to be the best,
The duration of his footprints, to be decided still…

Yet this is his life…fruitless or fruitful,
Which for one he can be kind,
For it is for him to tell…and also to find,
What marks will he leave on the sands of time…

-Harshyt Goel