Endless Praise

I stare into the horizon,
seeing a sun about.

I try to grab the sun,
how useless oh how i tried.

From the back,
the moon flies in.

Turning the day,
into night.

Now I wonder,
can I wonder?

There is no time,
to say this rhyme.

Did forever end,
or has endless just begun?

Time was invented by man,
just to make me mad.

So now I ask myself,
endless HAS begun.