This is the end of this
social casualty-
this is the end of authority...
This is the question
that no one would ask
and the truth-
or a hint at the answers
that go yet unspoken.
This is the last time
I look your way
with anything other than this
indifference-
this is finality...
or maybe just
lack of amusement.
I have better things
to waste my time on.
and the waste, my friend,
isn't the time itself
but the company
that I'd rather keep
the faces I'd rather see
and the voices I'd rather hear...
this is the end of rumor,
I won't pour fuel on
a raging fire-
I am lost on "polite"
I am lost on "Gracious"
This is the end
of everything
This void becomes solace
when my own thoughts-
my own actions,
untempered- unassigned
become everything I have left
to live for.
and only then
do I find peace. |