Of Relativity.

I imagine I die a little at the worst of times;

While the Universe descends,
and there are shadows calling in the far.

While it may seem like the Universe is slipping away,
it really is never going to disappear.

Even the void is never empty-
you see, it is full of darkness.

I figure if I could see the darkness,

it could not really be the best of times;

But I figure that in all that's a slip,

where even the worst slid-a little to the back,
where it's easy to disappear in all the dark,
that's left behind.