When the pages crumble

And we run out of ink

There'll be nothing to do but sit there and think

No longer on the brink 

of discovery

Far from any solace if recovery

We will look to the faded sky

And wonder why we let humanity die

Why we printed useless ink

Without an honest word of what we think

And soon enough we runout

 

When the pages crumble

We won't be in distress

We already saw our lives colliding to this big crazy mess

We we will just sit and think

As we forgot to before

 

When the pages crumble

The wind will collect whirlwinds of regret

And flames of I never meant it

But 

 

When the pages crumble

None of this means anything

The pages are already gone

And 

The reader sits there empty handed

But idle brained

More in collective retrospect then in their own brain

But that is when the pages crumble

Today's another day