I have seen the end of the world
I have peered into the void of malcontent and damnation
Stained my flesh in the inky depths of despair
Drowned by the side of indifference
Smothered my soul within the pool of libation
When a little child leads them,
Who leads the children astray?
Proximity merely expects anticipation
Measurement of distance from one to another
How close is your end?
To your beginning?
Naught but the angels know
Whether this imagined existence
Began, ended, rebirthed anew
Had a purpose to accomplish or a guideline to peruse.