It all goes on
The continuity that is inherent to all things
It moves on, from one shape and form to another
We are so fixated on things that end
That thing coming apart, this person dying, threads coming out of clothes
A light going out
We have a fear of things that end, as we experience them

But what if it all goes on

Like wisps of smoke dissolving into the sky
Gone from our sight, our senses,

But still in existence
Still alive
Going on