Eternity

Eternity? For me no such thing exists,
Not soothing enough, an idea so rough
As the thought of whats after after...
I perpetually move to my own groove,
Keeping track of just a little bit, enough
To shrug it off when needed, with my laughter.
But as I write this.... I look at this poster on my wall
The one I bought purely for it's beauty,
With it's fountains, pillars, ethereal ceiling,
A river of dreams flowing into everything,
And nothing at once.

Yeah... Maybe in time I could grasp Eternity.