The End Poem by billy dillon

I SEE NOW AS I GLANCE THE ROOM.
WE ARE ALONE.
WE LIVE LIFE LIKE THE MESSAGING SEVICE ON MY PHONE.
AMOEBA. SINGLE SIDED, NO ROOM FOR CHANGE.
NO NEW ENTRANCE FOR YOUR RAGE.
WOW.. WHAT A STRANGE PLACE.
HOW WONDEROUS THE EXPRESSIONS ON EVERY FACE.
OPEN YOUR HEART.
PLEASE START TO LIVE YOUR LIFE.
MAKE OPENINGS, LIKE THE BLADE ON THIS KNIFE.
BE TOGETHER ALL, IF NOT IN THE END WE WILL FALL.
WE ARE BORN A COLLECTIVE.
A GROUP OF TRAVELLERS.
YET WE FREEZE AT THE PROSPECT OF OTHERS.
ITS LIKE EVERYTHING BOTHERS.
LET YOUR BROTHERS AND SISTERS IN.
REMOVE YOUR HISTORIES FROM THE RECYCLING BIN.
BUT BEWARE WHEN WE COME TO THE END.
THAT WERE NOT ALONE, EVEN THOUGH WE TEND.
TO BE SELFISH , MASTERS AND LIARS.
WHEN WE COME TO THE END.
WERE ALL FUEL FOR THE FIRES.
SO LET US EMBRACE.
THEN TRACE OUR BEGINNING.
WAY BACK TO A TIME , WHEN WE WERE ALL WINNING.
AND, AGAIN REMEMBER WERE ALL TICKING CLOCKS.
TAKE YOUR MINDS OF HER BODY.
AND YOUR HANDS OF YOUR CO-KS.
AND EMBRACE, HOLD ON TO THE FACT.
ALL COME TOGETHER AND MAKE YOUR PACT.
TO HELP, TO LISTEN, TO LEARN.
BUT MOST OF ALL YEARN.
FOR THE LOVE, THE LOVE IN US ALL.
CAUSE WHEN YOUR TIME IS UP.
HE WONT TEXT OR CALL.


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