In the End

In the End I see the darkness at the end of the light. The cave at the end of the light. The hold in the groud. Or the great ocean. Simple thoughts so great yet so sad. How we deal with what is the end. How do we deal with the death. The end that will always come. We dont. We run and hide. We wait hopeing its not today. Why wait? Why not live life wile you have it? Well who knows. I might just say goodbye, Or is it hello? In the End we all die