After the End

Will I go unnoticed at the last goodbye?

When the rivers have run their course,

when the sun burns out the sky.

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What will I have done when the mountains begin to fall?

When the rain clouds cry themselves out,

when the storm shouts out a final call.

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Who will I have loved when the ground starts to crack?

When the grass tears at its roots,

when there is no turning back.

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To whom will I have counted when I'm still beneath the ground?

When the cold clay swallows me whole,

when I have made my ending sound.

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But why will it have mattered when I'm no longer here?

When my thoughts are no longer present,

when silence is drawing near.

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Will I care when I feel it coming, will I even have a heart?

Why would I want to stay amidst the ruins?

So, when do I depart?