End of the Road

Floating down

As colors fill the light,

We look up from the ground

In fields of paperwhite.

 

And floating up

You pass us in the night,

A future gazing out

a past to overwrite.

 

So come down,

far below,

We've been waiting to collect the things you know.

 

Come down,

far below,

We've been waiting to collect what you've let go.

-Blackout (Linkin Park)

Done