In the End

What are you left with,
In the end?

No imagination,
to pretend.

A vision of,
a bowed head.

A Legacy,
Left unsaid.

Sweat drips,
and runs cold.

The beating of,
a heart grows old.

But in the End,
you hear a call.

Rolling eyes to see,
it was really worth it all.

Ink flows out,
One last verse.

Like black holes,
Connecting the Multi-verse.