No More

Will the day ever come

    When every song has been sung?

It seems so absurd

    That we might run out of words.

What about our ideas?

    Will those run out too?

I don't think we could be us

    Without anything new.

Do you think the last book

    Will eventually be written?

The last hand will be shook

    The final audience smitten?

Will there come a time

    While we're still alive

When we've rhymed every rhyme?

    I don't think we'd survive.

What will we all do

    When everything's been found out?

We can learn nothing new

    What life is about.

I don't think we could thrive

    If every problem were solved

Will we feel alive

    When we've completely evolved?

I don't think I'd take well

    To an invisible ceiling

It would feel just like hell

    Slowly losing our feeling.

We need to succeed

    To face the unknown

We need to overcome greed

    And to reap

          what 

                we've 

                      sown.

Darrian Lynx