You were on a ledge, held by a rope,

Brushed your teeth and then lost all hope.

This morning was doomed;

Tomorrow you'd be news, a ghost in a room.

Then you heard the radio—

A meteor seeking Earth, burning through the sky,

Sent to ensure that everything must die.

There went the debt, the weight, and the drive,

And back came the hunger to stay alive.

To taste a pizza for the last time,

To call your mother, who until now was a mime—

A silent performer in the back of your mind.

To trace the ridges of a lucky coin

That was always so hard to find.

You don't want to "cherish" life;

You just want to be there for the finish line.

Now that we all will die,

The catalyst finally makes it worth the time.