Cross the Road

You meet me at Professor Street
Where suburban wonders crumble
They lost their battle to the weeds
That have punched right through their windows

Post-modern hope is spent
But will you still not repent?

Overgrowth lives across the street
See, that's our new location
No matter there's nothing to eat
It's our final destination

Take off your shoes and coat
Resolved, we'll cross the road
It's not a long way to go

Happy ends still have to end
Otherwise there's no "amen"
Here's my motto, plain as you
Will ever hear one: join the end

So follow me
Across the street
Through woods unknown
I know, I know
The ground is cold
But lie with me
Atop the snow
And rest until
We're piled below
Above our guilt
Beyond all toil
Outside of fear
Below the soil