To fade into nothingness

The eventuality of everything

I died.
You couldn't find me.
People tried and tried,
Well, I think they did.
And I,
I hid in my shell
Doing it so well.
I pretended
I died.
And for many a reason,
The world continued to revolve.
The flowers blossomed.
And I lived in peace
With the very few I knew,
Who knew I had a spark.
But to the world,
I was dead.
Good riddance.
And lo, who knew,
That the clique,
You did pick,
Over years of paranoia,
And doubt,
And uncertainty,
Would slowly fade,
And then die.
And I couldn't find them.
And I tried and tried.
And so well did they hide.
And for many a reasons,
The sun still shone in brilliance,
The waves still roared,
And I lived in the sense that I had been forgotten.
That I, was told, good riddance.