Why do we choose to play with destiny?
Is it the fact we're leaving so soon
That makes us think only of the good times?
Is it because the end is real
The end is coming
That feels like it shouldn't end at all?
Is it only the fact we might never see
Each other again
That makes us want to create
As many moments together as we can?
Is it because we're selfish,
Because we wish it will never end,
Is it really karma coming for us
To end it all, to punish us
For thinking we could play with time?
Once the time comes
It comes
It lasts, and it lasts, and it lasts
But the end
It's real, it's there, close
Whether we're selfish enough or not to believe it
