I’m just sitting here,
Naked in my room

Waiting for the world to end
Maybe sometime this afternoon?

Whether it be 10 am,
Or somewhere closer to noon

There’s no need to panic
There’s still time to change your tune

Time to say farewell to loved ones
Before our impending doom

Watching, as the flowers wilt away
But, at least they got to bloom

Or maybe I’m just crazy
Evidently, a buffoon

I thought I’d grown sick of it all
But as it turns out, I’ve grown immune

I’ve been taking my medication
Fed to with silver spoon

Think I’ll metamorphosis
Right here in my cocoon

Turn into a butterfly
If only for the view

I ponder what the future holds
For I haven’t got a clue

Grey skies are the replacements for
What otherwise were blue

Another day that we grow closer
To popping our balloon

As the Sun sets down in the distant west
To make way for the moon

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