one after another.

it’s always been the end of the world.

those from 10, 20, 40 years ago.

now-who deems it to be the start of the end?

my grandfather believed it to be atomic bombs,

the clock struck midnight to the new millennium as my father drew nervous.

the internet told my cousin it was when the mayan calendar ran out.

where were you when the towers fell? 

a mother held her one year old child who knew nothing of wrong.

and i'm left to sit here and think that any day on this earth we can all just fade away into a wasteland. 

the end of my world,

when it’s raining and i forget my umbrella

when i forget to press record

when my eyeliner smudges 

when they don’t ask for a second date

when i'm tired and still have to cook dinner 

when my sports teams loses the game (again)

what an endless list.

i’ll remain ignorant.