There comes a point of no turning back

When it’s crunch time or hitting the sack

Where even Second Life reaches its ends

And you’ve shared it with your friends

There is it in all of its splendid intensity

Despite the face of its total immensity

Technicolored only a little brighter

When you couldn’t be any wronger than righter

There it is in these instantly split ends

That parts the company that you’ve called friends

There’s just nothing more left to give

So you give it a holler at live and let live

That’s the point where tomorrow’s just another day

But, you keep on pushing on no matter any way

Photograph of the absolute end (thus far) of Second Life.  See my Flickr

for the landmark if you wish to see it without the windlight treatment.