The end...

The end..
It calls me.. I ignore..
It repeats…I move on..
I refuse to listen.. I refuse to admit..
To the pains of the world.. I wish to submit.
A scream…
a screech..
a call for help..
To stop itself from being pushed to the edge…
One misstep and It’ll lose its grip…
One misstep and It’ll fall off the cliff…
At the edge of life now I stand…
Looking back I find not a single trance…
Unfulfilled.. unlived.. untouched.. unreleased…
Living with the pain of the approaching end…
Yet I live.. coz within me lives the dream to live…
A belief that believes I live…for a purpose…
For a purpose I will fulfil…
for a goal… For a goal I will accomplish…
And then it’ll be what you call..
the end…

Prekz