Friday, March 28, 2008

Wasted

I looked upon the end of the world.
It was … boring.
I always thought it would be bright,
    Like an explosion.
Or dark,
    Like deep space.
But, it wasn’t.
I had hoped that it would be painless,
    So we wouldn’t get hurt.
I thought it would probably be excruciating,
    As would be our luck.
But, it wasn’t.
It was just plain.
You never expect the end of the world.
    But you expect it to be boring even less.
If I could’ve made my own end of the world,
    I wouldn’t have.
I looked upon the end of the world.
I looked upon the end of the universe.
I looked upon the end of time.
What a waste.