There is no guarantee
That the universe won't die in a few seconds
Now that I think about it
Time is very slow
It's hard to think right now
And to remember to breath
If everything dies
Then what the point of trying?
What's the point of living?
What's the point of life?
Those are kinda of morbid
But not too out of the box
Honestly I just want a answer
Not a answer filled with lies
I feel as if I'm lonely
It true I have no one to talk to
And these thoughts of doom
Do nothing to help my cause
Yet again another night
I lie sleepily awake
My friend the ceiling returns
Ready the ever to sing me song
And the lights in my room seem to flicker
Reminding me of that never ending day
It's only been six months
But the summer is so nostalgic
What's to say it won't be missed
But at last I seem to be the only that cares
I have so much I want to say to you
But at last not enough words
I don't know how this story will play
I'm no time traveler of the days
But if I have a wish to this never ending universe
Then it would be for a little more time
And hope it has some hope to provide
As I silently write this, and say goodbye
