The End

By: Michelle Chan

As children everything is pure
Endless and pure
As you age you notice the stars
Burnt out memories light years away
Only if you can see them
Past your city lights and suburbs.
In their memory we keep living on
And amongst our betrayal and companions
We grow into a wise ripe age that understands
Things are short, endings come with a blink of the eye
The goal is not to burn out the fastest
But to let the flame kindle and consume
In those flames we capture moths and live life
When the flames burn out and when pictures become pictures.
Our forgotten childhood truths are reborn.
And we mumble into the endless abyss

Nothing can hurt us.
Nothing can hurt.
Nothing can