End of the Line

End of the line
End of time
Of reason
And of rhyme

You’ve come
Holding fear in your hand
But now you
Grind it into sand

You know your
Time is here no more
You’ve nothing left
To live on for

End of the line
End of time
Of reason
And of rhyme

You used to count
The time that’s gone
But now you count
The things you’ve done
And then, move on