When the world ends
and we all stand
sayeth "dost thou"
for dost thou say
we shall

In the end
we seek to exist
to begin again
and then we pray
hoping it will all end

Then again
dare I say
to seek
to hear
to wonder
or
dare I long for the word
to dream

What sayest thou, almighty?
Shall it be
or will it set me free

Free of the world
free to be
free, just as me
and you
settling
wondering
trying
seeking for ways
never to see it through

To the bitter end
it has already begun

But at the end
it only serves to begin again

When will it send
I seek as thou knowest
and when you try to say
all I see again
is the bitterness of the end

Does it all mean
to be
or to be as it was

Where again will I find
the thrills that were once on my mind
these days they do nothing,
not even dream

And in dreams they say
it's more of the same
as they seek change
to have it all remain again

I should keep going
for no one knows
and if I look back
I'll fear hitting send

Who cares
or do they even mean
to mean what they mean

Do they even see
that in between there is
and always will be
stillness therein

On days I wonder
I bother to say all these nothings
and would have it no other way

What will they read now
into the nothing that was said
should it be written
words spoken
to have it all said again

Would they even wonder?
Do they even know?
Can they even fathom?
Can they ever know?

What does it all mean
all this that's said to be
I dare not think again
for nothing there will let me do
as I please
but oh please
it still means nothing to me

When the cold of a winter's storm
when all that passes begins to fade
when solemn hands do cry
oh what a winter's night
inside
but never will they delight
in pleasures left behind

Does it mean what I say
do I even say it to mean
that some have wondered
and oh what a dream

I should keep going
this is the end
never again do I want it to send
to have it all begin again

Twisted
it's logic
what then?

Epic the epics
for one said as such
and though it's the same
ne'er the twain shall meet.

You're that piece of meat
I heard, so I say again
I wish I'll never eat
and as the stars have fallen
it's granted as a promise still
for it never was
to be again.