Most still remain unaware,
But a few have begun to prepare
For our last coaster ride
Which has started its slide
On the track that ends in midair.
Some analyze how they got there
But one by one all start to stare
As soon as they’ve eyed
The end of the glide
Where the track simply stops in midair.
Helplessness turns to despair:
Apparently, life isn’t fair;
Doom, once denied,
Cannot be defied
When we’re flying off into midair.