12.20.2012I walk along an empty street;Everyone is hiding.It can't be true that the world is ending-Or is it?Confused, I take another left-Still, no one there.I let out a sigh and watch my breath gather.The cold is eating me alive.The crunching of my boots on the sparkling snow-The only sound to be heard.A bustling city turned into a ghost town,All because of some ancient quacks?But then a voice, muffled by wind."Save yourself!"My eyes move on from him.I was never one to humor the crazy."Get a job; you're gonna wish you had one,When the world DOESN'T end."He yells unprintable words, flailing violently.His words don't faze me.The world can't end yet,I don't want to be alone.If ever my secret gift failed me,I don't know what I'd do.Three wishes in return for a good deed,Almost, but not quite.When asked one thing that I could wish for,I wished I'd never die.
Up HereYou see everything but my eyes.