When the World Ends

One friend tells me the world will end when she wears pink.
Another says when Justin Bieber finally hits puberty.
One says when the actually read the book,
Not just scan the pages.
Another says when they finally see Plants v.s. Zombies being played in their yard.
One more says when penguins finally fly.
I laugh at these ‘cause they’re probably true.

The world will probably end when
I wear the colors pink, yellow, or orange.
When I sing in front of a crowd.
When I stop writing on myself
Or
Stop letting the Sharpie puke up its ink on me.
When I finally put this pencil down,
Keeping it away from the paper,
My ideas forever staying in my head.
Or
When I finally start being the person everyone wants me to be.

The world will end when the volcanoes we thought were dead
Explode,
Letting out all the anger they held in all those years.
Rocks that are on fire,
Will finally fly.
Continents will break apart
And
Form back together again
Forming a new home.
The world will end when everyone dies
And
The place we call home will be forever gone.

One friend tells me the world will end when she wears pink.
Another says when Justin Bieber finally hits puberty
Or
Finally reveals to us he really isn’t a dude.
One says when the actually read the book,
Not just scan the pages.
Another says when they finally see Plants v.s. Zombies being played in their yard.
One more says when penguins finally fly.
I laugh at these ‘cause they’re probably true
But
I’m praying to God they never come true, too.