All our time has to come to an end
The lights beam but shine too bright
What are now my friend?

Are we lost dreams floating down the drain?
Dreams and thoughts lost from the mind
Or are we simple ideas thrown to the side in disdain?
All our ideas and thoughts tossed away and left behind

What will become of come of us?
Where will we arrive or one day go?
What is there to make of this?
When our eyes dim and finally close.

There are many interpretations of the end
Some conflicting in ways I don't know
I know bits and pieces about these things
But for now, I don't know where I'll go