In the end, what mattered was the time that was spent and love given
The world imagined and then realized, the hope embraced and lived
The praise and complaining, the bright sun and all the clouds raining
We've nothing more, than the moment, we live in an abstract painting
The world spins, a world awakens, constant attention and our dreams
Our lives go on, even forsaken, as we live in the depths of our sleep
If I sleep or endure doesn't matter, the future will happen without me
The end is just the end for me, and my pain ends, my suffering ends
But all around me life will go on, I can no longer bother pretend
“screamed the scream of the abandoned” John Scalzi
