The End

The End is the Place where most Things go 

to Die.

at least that's what I thought. 

When the lights of dusk fall across our faces

after a long sprint through the River 

of our Lives, the day 

Starts. Not for all,

but for those who risk the brave Face 

in the morning Sun.

and let the Forbidden floodgates open

Afterhours.

those who cannot admit that the Truth 

may set them free.

And that the end is 

Imaginary.