Cliff –  

There’s a cliff. 

Nihileafs float not far. 

Not doing anything.  

They never are.  

No meaning to this.  

Or anything. 

If there is a metaphor, 

It must be your own.  

There’s a cliff. 

It exists. 

Until it doesn’t. 

Not even time will forever persist. 

Immortality, immorality, 

Fate and finality, 

These are our concerns 

Until to nothingness we return. 

Unavoidable. 

There’s a cliff.