The end is visible, that much I know.
Swells on the horizon, paving the way
My feet move faster, each step that I go.

Peering down into the valley below,
Quaking on the silent brink of doomsday,
The end is visible, that much I know.

Sparkling temptations swirl with vertigo,
Within the abyssal, darkening fray,
My feet move faster, each step that I go.

Rolling far into the shadowy flow,
Swept in the current’s melting decay,
The end is visible, that much I know.

Drifting ever deeper, sinking like dough,
Cool, numbing senses my mind do allay,
My feet move faster, each step that I go.

You shall remain on the bank, although
You watch and wish to meander astray.
The end is visible, that much you know.
Your feet move faster, each step that you go.