Tick Tock Tick Tock,

Trickling of sand from the long life aged clock,

The hands rusty and shattered,  

Life streams ran around the clock,

Different colours of different evils,

Small and large streams. The faint traces of the past.

The cuckoo told the story of our lives.

Then silence. The clock stops.

Life stops. The cycle ended.

Streams shattered and fell twinkling like star dust.

Softly they fell over the ships of the space sea,

How they pattered on the domes on the moon.

Earth the mother planet. Forgotten.

Left behind, alone, the planet of life.

Dead and gone.

Mechanical animals, barbarians live now,

In the depths of space, forgetting what once was.

The past is and was the future.

Mistakes learnt and eradicated.

But now they're gone.

A new era without any guidance.

Fights for glory are gone; World War Two and the Battle of Waterloo.

Memories wiped, destroyed.

The light of natural life fading,

As light from a dying star.

Our past is our key to the future.

The past was our key to the future.

Due to the future the past is gone.

Lost in space.

Forever.

R.I.P.

For the sake of mechanical convenience.