The Last Bit Of Reality. Poem by Steven Harris

They all crawl in somehow
they all crawl through that one door
that one door to real life
they all come in looking for one last bit of reality
one last crumb of real life that is still alive
and they sit there in silence
and there brain is relaxed
and then it hits them
that shred of reality
the crumb of real life thats left
and its the same as everyone else
they're all the same
they're all there for some form of reality
they think there the only ones looking
but there not
they're all here for the same thing
that last bit of exsistance that remains
and this place is the only one that has it left
the only place that has life still init
and we are all here wanting the last bit thats left
and we have all found it
the last bit thats left
but we dont fight for it
we just admire it in silence
and we all know its our time to die
and leave this final place of reality
and drift on to something new.