Harder than diamond, brighter than light,

Softer than silk, darker than night.

Deeper than oceans, higher than skies.

More real than truths, more false than lies.

Colder than ice, hotter than fire.

Drier than sand, wetter than mire.

Sharper than a hawk’s eye.

The ocean that is bone dry

It comes after the end,

Its straight with a bend.

It comes before the beginning,

It’s the loss of winning.

Up to the brim, it fills all holes.

It takes chaos and learns to control.

It can escape the Grim Reaper

It captures time and is it’s keeper.

It can fill your joy with suffering,

It, from now till the end, is nothing.