The uprising

Just a poem, by Stephen Hawking, after he passed away.

The uprising

Was all I've learned

And books I've read

And meanings earned

Of what they said

Were all, just dreams

I've wanted to

Come true, but seems

Were false, instead?

While Time devours

Beats in my chest

Minutes and hours

Bleed in my head

Now I won't look

I've closed my eyes

I've torn my book

And became dead

I pushed the codes

Of Time to show

When it explodes

What lies ahead