The theater at the end of the world

The red curtains lift and the day begins The sun steps up, introducing herself Most of us don’t dare to look at her directly a whispering wind enters declaring that the world is ending today In this abandoned theatre The last place humans are We sit enjoying the play with a glorious farewell performance from every single person we’ve ever met We sit watching the plot unfolds Our gaze fixed on the stage our mistakes dramatized Our invented characters reborn Haunted by a so-called potential Tall buildings kneel outside Fires hiss, spit and growl The end is certainly loud But inside the sun is eternally shining