Baroque

Sometimes, I wonder if my world will come to an end. I then wonder will it be fine.
The universe is confined to the simplest things that one may think is grand. For an hour is nothing more than a figment of a wanton imagination. Seeking nothing more than the truth of what is. A phantom walking in the dusk of life like an ancient god would move on the earth. To dream the dream of eternity is nothing more than a childish anxiety, for fear is nothing but benign illusion.
Do you realize the matter at hand? Or do you hide in a loathsome shadow of ignorance?
I am infinity staring into the void of nothingness.
Forever.
Forever.
A nameless prince shall wander the lands.