Future's Margherita
Tara Kirwan

  Beauty will eventually wilt away.
  The sun will one day turn gray.
  The world will soon become nothing.
  Maybe then I can be something.
 
  Nothing fantastic.
  Nothing great.
  Nothing but the outline of the figure 8.
 
  The roof that shelters us will eventually crumble.
  The walls that keep us all together will one day tumble.
  So is the world meant come to nothing?
  Maybe then i will become something.
  
  Nothing special.
  Nothing great.
  Nothing the road that leads us from destiny to fate.
 
  Nothing but nothing at all.

Copyright © 1999 Tara Kirwan
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