Freakish Observer

Suddenly I am aware. Memories of a life, of sunshine, of hills, and meadows Of waves crashing up a beach Of a great city, and people! Of friends!

But none of this is here now. I don't know if it ever really was.

I am alone. So I wait. And I dream. And I observe.

I watch as the last stars go out, and the last galaxies vanish forever from my view.

But still it does not end. Still I am here.

Observing. Dreaming. Waiting.