Scale back your long hopes,
for life is not an empty dream.
Tell me not of drunkards growing sleepy
at the edge of your lawn,
or the broken playground swing that is a symbol
of your ruined childhood.
Some say the world will end in fire,
some say in ice.
Which in my opinion,
is some what poetic.
You say by 2015 we will be exasperated;
the days will grow longer
and the shadows will linger
and the human race will just
give up.

I have news for you -
Nothing can ever happen twice.
The sorry fact is that nobody seems to know this,
least of all you.
Assume regret will eventually fade,
and begin to shed layers off your world of shame

I think that you have let your heart,
though stout and brave, die;
to stop the pain, to save your soul.