The End of the World: Manifesto
Forever is a Fantasy
The future is indefinite;
An unknown conclusion at an unspecified date.
Our future is fixed;
For each, a countable number of days.
The world need not include us,
We need not exist.
Yet we act like we are the future,
Separate from the dust that binds us,
And we fail to recognize the irony;
We will sink our own ship, and go down with it.
You cannot live this way,
Here, at the end of the world;
Running out of time with everything to lose,
Working to prevent what no one’s prepared for.
You have to hope it’s not too late,
You must believe something will change,
This is a fight, a fight for the past,
To decide if a history is all that we have.
The future is indefinite;
An unknown conclusion at an unspecified date.
Our future is fixed;
For each, a countable number of days.
The world need not include us,
We need not exist.
Yet we act like we are the future,
Separate from the dust that binds us,
And we fail to recognize the irony;
We will sink our own ship, and go down with it.
You cannot live this way,
Here, at the end of the world;
Running out of time with everything to lose,
Working to prevent what no one’s prepared for.
You have to hope it’s not too late,
You must believe something will change,
This is a fight, a fight for the past,
To decide if a history is all that we have.