Endless Possibility

On the count of three
Tell it to the trees.
Because aside from me,
No one listens to thee.
Open wide your eye and see,
There’s nothing left to be.
We’re living in a cemetery.
Now speak no more and take the key,
Just this: freedoms small fee,
Open the gate, through actions be.
Remain among the dead and join them swiftly,
Or through the gate to an ocean of endless possibility.