Contemplating Our Point of Existence in My Slippers

I wander through reality
And don't watch the news
I forget the days...and remember the years.
That remind me of who I am,
And I make sure to teach myself, and to not become
What I was conditioned, who I was taught to be.
And maybe that leads me into making more mistakes,
That I may end up repeating, but I still learn all the same,
Because I'm yearning to be stronger, but dreading of being older.
And I think of when I was a swinging 17,
But my friends still say I'm a dancing queen,
And men still say I'm beautiful, but do I believe any of them?
And who will still love me once I've lost my graces?
And how long will I have to wait till I'm in your arms,
Who are you anyways? Who will choose me in the end?
When I try so hard to make them all love me, for a while,
Till I search out some new adventure, then come back to you.
Over and over and over again.

So I sit outside in our makeshift garden and look up at the canopy
That hides the fact that we can no longer see the stars
I contemplate the point of our existence, and how
The element that which we run on is our demise,
We are creating our own suicide.
And I think of you, God, my love of all time.
How you love me even though every day, I sin.
And how I feel closer to you when I do wrong,
How I plead with you and shy away from you and love you,
And cannot wait to finally see you.
I ponder upon how I will turn back to dust when you take me,
How much longer I will stay to watch this city change,
These relationships begin and end, and the world's last breath.
And who will really come into our minds at the end of it all?

Looking up, I see a spaceship fly by our window,
Think of how much I miss you, and who I want hold hands with
At the end of the world, or at least our lives.

I don't know who you are. But I hope you come for me so I know.
Because my heart is in love too many times over to know.

And Time...
Time...always on my mind...
The times I didn't say everything I wanted to,
And the times I had to say goodbye.
I see the image of her beauty in my mind,
Never diminishing,
How lovely she is,
Oh how I want her to be loved.
But Time...
Keeps me from her
But Love,
Sustains her memory.
So I simply go on...distant from her.

And I crave to go to distant lands,
And share kisses and hold hands
With those I may never see again...
Oh, but tis' a shame, in the world of communication
How we have distorted what we really feel
Or what we really want to do with our lives
And now all that's left is to consume everything
Until there is nothing left. It is too late for us.

So I will pray for those who are to come to save us.