Ending An Eon

I was told that time is ending,

A bird flew in my window sill.

And the funny part is were still pretending.

Oh, we’re just pretending still.

And the gasoline-soaked memories,

These matches poised to burn.

I still pretend I was just born,

As if I never cared to learn.

I’m just a man, guilty of just that,

A man that saw the future in his past.

You couldn’t feel for the pills were past the throat,

But this summertime high is surely fading,

The once-was-living is now a ghost.

The night weighs heavy on the mind of the sun,

The moon eagerly awaits the dark.

We’re all floating in a black room,

Waiting for an interaction to cause a spark.

I wonder if I’ll one-day see you,

I wonder where or when you’ll know,

That though I’m gone I’m still beside you,

Walking down these lonely roads.