THE LAST ODE
Is it the end of the road?
Is it your last ode?
I don't know but it seems so
Deep in my heart it screams so
Well its wise to know But am I really here?
Cuz its all spacey, likely to disappear
How can I be there?
Not here not there but everywhere
For a soul that speaks through stares
So close yet it slowly glares
In the cocoon of my succumbed shell
For a moment I could foretell
But the time is passing real quick
Like the diminishing candles of a stary flick