At the end of everything Where the dirt paths gradually grow over with grass and not too many Steps have been taken... where 3 people can sit and have a chat or a picnic Or maybe smoke pipes if that's their thing There IS a god Away from the working and the playing And the responsibilities and the sleeping And hating and killing We can all think and dream and talk And act like people instead of animals (Like Animals instead of people) Or if you're alone (thank goodness, sometimes) You can go by yourself and maybe I'll be there (Or maybe not), but it doesn't make a difference because When you're alone you can do the most splendid things And later we can catch up and you can tell me what all you did And I'll tell you about what I did at the other end of everything Where grassy paths are starved for rain and the dirt takes over And so many steps have been taken that no one ever wants to go there anymore.