The end via my own warped sense of being, maybe you can relate, then again...enjoy! |
-The End- by Keaton Foster The end Just as it began There are things That we Cannot change That you and me Cannot predict Our lives Not our own Time and season Lacking rhyme And or reason The end Is always coming Closer each day Soon Maybe later We won’t know When we do It’ll be too late Maybe We’ll meet God Then again Maybe We won’t Transcendence An obligatory sentence Doing time Upon planet earth Trading one jail For a new prison One with no bars One with no guards Just an ever-expanding Exercise yard Only convicts Will be allowed Only those unlike me The ones committed The ones who embellish Those suckers born Each minute before And after me The end Comes And then it goes From you to me Then every other There is no order No specialty Just alive Then dead Just part of this Then not I’m not afraid Dare say you? Never have I been Not because I wish But because I have to be Long ago Before now I promised myself That I Would no longer feel That I Would just breathe And eat And allow my heart To furiously beat Keeping my mind Thus my heart Sealed off Encased Within these dark woods Here where creatures Abominations And spectral voices Fill my days Allow me some grace As I Like everyone else Continually awaits The end Sooner or later This day or the next None of those past Just maybe this present Or a future event For which I’m destined God only knows Fate is in control Driving this bus That is our existence Right off a cliff The end… The End Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015. |