There is such beauty in the world So many marvelous creations of something... no someone higher than us all, But the world will end one day they say And to say I believe would make it too real The fear that my reincarnated self would be one of billions to suffer that fate Gone Within seconds No time to think nor react, Even if we know the destiny of people lifetimes away Can we really say that anyone will be prepared, There's no amount of time that's enough to prepare for death It is so weird to think that we are the youngest species on earth still, Other animals and insects wouldn't even bat an eye if we were gone No concern will riddle their minds They will simply Go on And when we die There will be no trumpets No flags waved No parades of mourners No, none of that im afraid Because in the end, We just die And The Man will close his book One of his best sellers among his readers, I'm sure He will place a gentle kiss on the seam Go to his bookshelf and put it among the others with a sad, but somehow happy smile on his lips Sitting back at his desk he gets out a sheet of paper And at the top of the page he writes, "Chapter 1"