• Dear Joe,

    I have feared for very long
    That the rivers would run dry
    So long had that fear gone unmet
    So long had I waited for that day,
    That day that we would regret

    Hundreds of years in the future,
    Perhaps we would fall. Humanity.
    Perhaps they would search for us,
    Rescue us.
    Thousands of years in the future,
    Perhaps we would be all gone,
    Pieces of ash and brittle.
    It would start again at the end,
    Where everything seems to form.
    The end.

    Dear Joe,
    If something were to offer save us
    From the apocalypse, would we accept?
    Would be trust in those unseen beings?
    Or would be blind ourselves
    And go backwards again.
    Beginning at the end.
    Hundreds of thousands of years in the future,
    We would start again, like we began.

    Dear Joe,
    For so long have I feared this day would come.
    For so long have I seen this thing form.
    The beginning has come, and we all must fall,
    To start again.