247. September 4th
It compresses at the lightest footstep,
Like a sponge, holding no weight.
As the pressure is removed again like a sponge
The water is soaked up.
Everything in the big will go,
When it's squeezed out.
It cannot keep what it has
It will not last for long.
For what can last forever, what carries on?
What does not perish and the is useless?
Whatever we have now will one day be worth nought,
We then need something that will last forever.
Something that matters outside of this world,
Something that will not end.
This we can put out hope in,
For it will last to the end.