VANISHING POINT
VANISHING POINT
Does the end of life explode in a blaze of glory
Or constantly diminish toward a distant point
With few left interested in hearing one’s story
And the absence of future days will disappoint
The prospect never considered in one’s youth
As today and tomorrow seemed to be conjoint
I fear the later view is much closer to the truth
With each day in doubt of another tomorrow
As it feels like being in a fortune teller’s booth
Yet there is no need for any sadness or sorrow
Who can tell how far away the ending may be
And no motivation left to beg steal or borrow
Precise timing is of course, very difficult to see
As one must concede there’s reduced visibility
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