There’s this poem that I wrote a long time ago.

It’s about what would happen if the world ended right now.

Because the truth is that it’s coming for all of us.

There’s an end to your story whether you like it or not,

So why don’t you stop all of this.

I think it’s time to stop sheltering from the rain,

And let it wash away all this pain.

 

So what is happening to us, what is happening to me?

We are young and we are free to do as we please.

 

So step out of your house, of your hearse.

 

Age is only in our minds and in our memories,

In the end there’s nothing we can do about it,

So why worry about it?

 

So what is happening to us, what is happening to me?

We are young and we are free to do as we please.

 

So step out of your house, of your hearse.

We are choking on promises.

We are spluttering on all your fucking responsibilities.