What happens next my friend…
Do you wonder the what or the why?
Do you tread light that path of sanity,
with fear of turning each corner's wrath?
Or do you carry ignoblis in your pocket,
caring not what stories the day may tell?
Hand in cookie jar,
think of those moments gone now.
Two steps ahead and gaining,
Look behind…it's dark.
Are the skies falling
during this endless summer?
Or rainbows flying
over a nuclear wasteland?
Death comes to all,
IT sheds no tear.
And although we share the same ending,
we do not all ride the same ride…