The Last of Days

We can all feel it,
Something just hit
Us hard and we notice
Time’s running out and
We gotta split,
Off unto different paths,
On different roads on a map
That we all built,
Yet somehow it’s like
We can’t even decide
How we feel until
We end our last ride.

We’re barely a class,
And far from team,
Yet in this dream
That’s ending so fast,
It seems like the last
Time we seem
To want a blast.
So until it ends,
Let’s go again
And all pretend
To be friends,
For one last fling
Before we swing
To the way we bend.


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