No More.

I will sing a song 
So blue
I will sing a song for you
I will sing a song or two
And one day the songs will
All be through

One day
My throat will cauterize
Itself
And collapse from all the cautious lies
Caution is the watchword
Except for when we sing
Do we cling
To caution
Until the end
Or should we scream into the night
To the end of light
When the god-sun yawns itself to death
Smiles itself into the grave
Will we sing for the old dead sun?

That depends
Will the sun sing a tune or two
A rondo bursting at the seams
A song detailing all our dreams?
The sun does not grant wishes
We will not sing for it

No
The last song of all
Will not be the sun's
It will burn itself away long before the final note
The cadence we see in our dreams
You know
The one we wrote
Escapes the cage of hope
Of potentiality
And heralds like the trumpet
The end of all that we can see

We foresaw this final song
We even wrote it
And the sun blinks for one last time
And the songs end
And the songs end

We did this
All ourselves