It’s the last day, it’s time to say the final words
It’s a closed study, there is no forever happy
Its the bend in the road, its a thorn in my side
But does it have to be?
Can it not be a desert, ever stretching
But with a promise of an end?
Can it not be a river running parallel to land, destined to meet somewhere?
Can it not be, what I wish it to be?
Dare I hope? Dare I lay bare my desires which I cherish enough to hide from the dark, dark world?
I stand at the precipice, hoping for a push
The edge is daunting, the fall steep
My heart is breaking, its now or never
Where do I even find the time to weep?