The end

Everything is falling, but nothing's coming down.

Soaring through the skies, forces of doom.

All life has stopped, frozen in their tracks.

Your turn now, in the fate of destiny placing your stacks.

Probability no longer a percentile.

Chance and risk no longer valid vocabulary.

Only one outcome, will pass as true,

and it's already begun.

Our senses tell us of its presence.

But our mind deny its existence.

We feel, though nothing's moving.

We think, though time's standing still.

Fleetingly wishing

Hopefully imagining

Quietly whispering

of a different beginning

The end, inevitable

The end, near

The end, now

telling thee

bye