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, as back seats and
pre-game rituals, followed by post-game letdowns,
fade into the oblivion of lost moments,
while 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 you can 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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