The Red Line Poem by Jonas Hansen

Days of future past, gone, forever more.
Present day dissolved, forever more.
What can, may or should be, away, forever more.
Time itself, at hault, forever more.
What to do, what to say, what to feel, prolonged, ever more.
Waiting in infinity, slumbering, forever more.
Another way treaded, forever more.
Moving on from the life one had, forever more.
No regret, the thread of life left strong, ever more.
One thread ends, another begins, forever more.
And so, another thread intertwines, stronger then before, growing, forever more.
Moving proudly through the cosmos, watching over, ever more.