In the end, we all run,
Though it does us no good,
The executioner waits
Peering out from his hood.
His cold gaze locks upon us
Stealing our breath…
In the end, we all run,
But you can’t escape death!
The clock’s hands only turn
A finite number of times
Before the gears run down
And that final bell chimes.
When the cold settles in
With its barbaric grasp,
Do you know where you’ll be
When that bell sounds its last?
In the end, we all run,
Though it does us no good,
All roads come to an end,
It is just understood.
While we fight, struggle hard
Anything to survive…
In the end, we all run
But none get out alive!
Every step that we take
Leads us to the same place.
To the end of the line
That each of us must face.
As it’s reached, just one thought
Grips us, holding us tight.
Did we do all we could
With our time in the light?
In the end, we all run,
Though it does us no good,
Our circumstances tempt fate,
As we fall where we stood.
Breaking into pieces,
With no hope to mend…
Though there is no escape,
We all run, in the end!
(01/21/12)