Until The End

For many years obsession was, a solidarity at stake

A nuisance to aggression and bad traits

The collective strife was no real issue

Blinding red, mistaken for rose-tinted happiness

As the view slowly fades

From a vivid bright to dull silence

Portrays, pictures of memories and not quite there yet ignorance

Like making a change without some selfish drive

The clock ticks by

The hands of it both lit up in bright lights

All the years fly by so fast

Faster than my brain can take

But what I've done so far can barely compensate

For what I do or don't perceive as a point to our existence