This is just a little poem about the book Looking For Alaska by John Green. It's kind of what I think Alaska thought on that last day, and kind of just a collection of the random junk floating around in my brain. Also, I am aware that Alaska wasn't the one in search of 'The Great Perhaps' but I like to think that she thought about it a lot, in the same way Pudge began to think about the labyrinth.
As I go forth to seek my great perhaps,
I think this day will be my last.
As I go forth to seek my destiny,
I know that it will be the end of me.
I must escape this labyrinth of suffering.
But I am not afraid,
For my farewells have all been bade.
I left something to be continued,
But I guess we'll have to wait 'till you're dead, too.
I will escape this labyrinth of suffering.
My time has come,
Penalty for the death of my mum.
It is time for me to go,
Straight and fast, I must not slow.
I have escaped the labyrinth of suffering.