Some say this earth would end with fire,
Some say it would scrubble and collapse,
Some say this earth will end with water,
Some say it will last forever.
For me, l know not which end to hold on to,
For it suffice to think that the fire is right
Of what I'd known of passion and desire,
On the other hand, I think the quake will do
For who doesn't know the time is right to forfeit a broken
heart?
But then, that it last forever is a stand
That I, even I, will like to hold on to
However, knowing well that I easily swerve between matters
of such genre,
Id rather stand and watch where the earth sails itself
