It's Saturday morning on 12/ 22
I'm looking behind me and feel such a fool.
My closet is empty my cupboard is bare.
When I looked in my wallet, no money was there.
My gas tank is empty, my bridges are burned.
The world is still here, no aliens returned.
I figured the end was at hand.
If only I had listened to that voice in my head.
That told me the world wouldn’t end.
But I foolishly followed the crowd, like a sheep,
And gave away things I might need.
So I'm stuck, broke, and hungry.
I'm shoeless, I'm cold.
The world didn't end, so I'm told.
Hey! Maybe I'm dreaming. It's all in my head.
Perhaps it did end, and I'm already dead.
Or maybe I'm flying through space on a ship.
Or maybe I'm nuts, like they said.~Jay Olson
