The Last Imagination

Our failure to accept what ceases to be To give up on the idea of self We can fail to meet with our grand ideas Can we grasp our removal from the plan? Here at childhood's end Here at nothingness, are we lost? This is the last page Of the story no one else will ever read The last imagination One final set of truths When every silent scream is written To the night eternal This is the last imagination One final set of truths We refuse to be nothing worthy of measure So lost as our time is short While we fled our past to embrace a now That is over before it begun Now this endless midnight, eternal dark is our own This is the last page Of the story no one else will ever read The last imagination One final set of truths When every silent scream is written To the night eternal This is the last imagination One final set of truths When all that's said and done is over With the last page written With the story, no one else will ever No one else will ever read This is the last page! Of the story no one else will ever read The last imagination One final set of truths When every silent scream is written To the night eternal This is the last imagination One final set of truths