01-25-2011, 02:42 PM
Everyone abandons something. Sometimes
The page’s corner will stay turned;
Thoughts drift elsewhere, no ending is defined.
We do so to people. Entire lives
I have brushed away, unconcerned.
Everyone abandons someone, sometimes
Mostly it isn’t on purpose, I find.
Work to which we vow to return
But don’t, and why we don’t, who can define?
Even God has abandoned us, that swine.
Our sorrows go unseen, unheard.
But we’ll do so to him; Someday, sometime.
This is the fate of all things. Down the line
Even a universe will burn.
Everything faces it, someday, sometime-
Life leaves itself, with no meaning defined
The page’s corner will stay turned;
Thoughts drift elsewhere, no ending is defined.
We do so to people. Entire lives
I have brushed away, unconcerned.
Everyone abandons someone, sometimes
Mostly it isn’t on purpose, I find.
Work to which we vow to return
But don’t, and why we don’t, who can define?
Even God has abandoned us, that swine.
Our sorrows go unseen, unheard.
But we’ll do so to him; Someday, sometime.
This is the fate of all things. Down the line
Even a universe will burn.
Everything faces it, someday, sometime-
Life leaves itself, with no meaning defined


