An End to the End

Chasing down dreams
on one-way, dead-end streets,
the moments come and go,
cool autumn nights wait forever,
like distant winter storms poised
to pour liquid electricity
into endless teenage skies,
back seats and pre-game rituals
followed by post-game letdowns
fade into the oblivion of lost moments,
as life-changing,
earth shattering decisions
mean very little inside vast
kingdoms of empty space,
where nothing comes
and nothing goes;

I have sunk to the depths,
I have been to the heights;

flow is the key,
you can lose your momentum,
but never lose your flow.

Invisible chains fall like leaves
before the gathering storm,
there is a death of which
no one knows,
somber days lie ahead,
for every beginning there is an end,
for every ending there is an end;

for everything there is an end.

In life there are only so many;

so many days,
so many years,
so many thoughts,
so many words,

they slip through our fingers
like water running to the sea,
we forget more
than we can ever know;

for everything there is an end.
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