There is no guarantee
That the universe won't die in a few secondsNow that I think about it
Time is very slowIt's hard to think right now
And to remember to breathIf 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 boxHonestly I just want a answer
Not a answer filled with liesI feel as if I'm lonely
It true I have no one to talk toAnd these thoughts of doom
Do nothing to help my causeYet again another night
I lie sleepily awakeMy friend the ceiling returns
Ready the ever to sing me songAnd the lights in my room seem to flicker
Reminding me of that never ending dayIt's only been six months
But the summer is so nostalgicWhat's to say it won't be missed
But at last I seem to be the only that caresI have so much I want to say to you
But at last not enough wordsI don't know how this story will play
I'm no time traveler of the daysBut if I have a wish to this never ending universe
Then it would be for a little more timeAnd hope it has some hope to provide
As I silently write this, and say goodbye