Dots in the Distance

They're all gone now
And the party's over.
You've had your fill.
So many endings
The end comes as one.

Was I looking foreward?
I did not understnad.
And now that the flower
Is wilting in the misted vase
No water can save it.

A swift blow
And you're on your back.
All you can do
Is look up and cry
Death seems mundane...