Imagine

Imagine there's no future up ahead:
That sometime everything just stops and ends.
Imagine everyone you know is dead,
Indifferently, enemies and friends.
In such a world, if world it can be called,
What would you do? What would your purpose be?
Would every action be forever stalled
By knowledge of a blank eternity,
Or would you wander grimly through the night
Determined to make now, today, and here
As valuable as they ever might
Have been if they had futures? Would you fear
Or would you brave it? Can you really tell?
I'd curl up in a ball and cry a spell.