How It Will End/How It's Ending

    How It Will End/How It's Ending

The amber lights of our tired factories

  Still dimly aglow out of foggy Habit

As society fades away into reclusive silence

  Out of sheer boredom and Loss of direction,

There's a slow simmer of discontent

  Bubbling up from the Underground—

The vapours waft in our general direction

  As we obliviously, breathe, and Sigh—

Hopelessly shapeless, blindingly transparent

  And motionless without Location—

It transforms, slowly, slyly sneaking

  Into everyone's homes and minds—

Uninvited, it enters our conversations

  Distorting our Natural expressions—

It is everything that came before us, Here

  It's the Nothing, we see, for miles—

It's everything failing, gradually, in Secret—

  With no evident, definitive cause—

No explosions, no crash, no obvious drama

  To fuel some chaotic frenzy—

No!—Just wind—blank stares—evasions—

  Smoke, with nothing to say—

Yes This is how the world is ending

  With none of the Doomsday Prophecies—

No Armageddon, no famine, no world war three

  Just This, and these insipid words—

The Clocks do not keep Time for Us—

  The Clocks, tick to wind down...

No roving mobs, no violent Revolutions—

  We've Lost the desire to fight or dream—

Religion is dead and the shrinks out of work

  For Sanity has lost its appeal.

Warehouses bulge with our Broken hopes

  Our futile inventions sputter and quit

Nuclear reactors Squat safely in silence

  And Zombies have nothing to eat—

The Ending is an Abyss we freefall into—

  It's a thief in the night while everyone Sleeps—

It's the thoughts that you Had,

  When She sat down beside you—

But were Lost in the Moment's Excited Escape—