The Show

The days go by
and everyone follows,
along for the ride.

But not I.

I stand still
watching it all,
alone, atop my hill.

The ride goes around
and around again
it will never stop
until they're all dead.

And from my hill
I'll watch the ride that kills,
the ride that goes 'round
A one-way ticket to hell.

I see them die,
all the passengers
the last being none other
than I.

But, in the corner of my eye
a hilltop stands,
and so I go,
watched as I die.