End of Time
I am facing the end of time
And I don’t know what to do.
A decision must be made
Is being forced upon me
But it is overwhelming; chose wrong
And the world will stop spinning,
Wait – and the world shakes and shudders
Purges and heaves;
A tsunami in the South Pacific,
An earthquake in Pakistan.
Why do I hesitate?
It will only cost me losing faith with you.
I must leave and go;
Be where the butterfly will brush against time.
That spot of fate where the simple
Determines the destiny of the universe.
October 6, 2005
a ghazal, a rondeau
|Fall Road, editing by CC Willow|