WE DON’T KNOW

Epitaph

Have I been here long enough yet?

I feel the end is drawing near, That this might be my final year.

Just leave the room and close the door, I really don’t care anymore.

It’s not a thing to do with you, It’s just a thing that’s coming due.

The clock is finally running down. The mainspring cannot be rewound.

Set me free and let me fly. Hear me say my last goodbye.

Carve my name on the granite stone. Go away, and leave me alone.