Final Destination

When you have that piece that you thought you were missing, and when you get that part you were dying to play… When you reach the place where life just seems easy, and get listed on charts with the sun and its rays… When you complete the set, down to every last card, when you reach the peak, no matter with whom or what… When you have forgotten why you first set off, when the air is so thin you can’t sing, just cough. When you suddenly feel lonely surrounded by heights, higher than highest (short were your sights). When you have noone to share the blankets of nights, under the twinkling dancers of light, then you will know: it’s your own hand that bites, we are not always the best at choosing our fights. It’s important to stretch but also to fold: if you are all for sale, which part will you hold? Of all of the things we are frequently told, are your dreams yours or is it the pack that they sold? A mold so old it stains you with mold… Would you change your moles for moldings of gold? Mowing the jungle until there’s nothing but lawn, brushing your voice until it’s only a yawn… And gone! Gone be the things, the people, the lives… The juiciest of fruits no juicier than chives! The rings and the bones, heavy as stones! The silver cast spoons and the fragile spiked thrones. All of the honey drained dry from the hives, Your silky bed threads replaced by sharp knives. And that might seem gloomy, a bottomless pit, yet it’s more like a hallway of networks that split. A gentle reminder you’ll suddenly find: every branch branches in time. Part made by chaos, part by design, I hope one day you’ll say: this tree sure was mine.