The Show Must Go On

dark days without sun,

some days you remember,

some days you don’t,

traveling down moonless roads,

in the middle of this forever

winding night,

desperately seeking a continuously

changing destination,

even now you feel the sting,

even now you know the

hopelessness;

does this sadness never end?

somewhere on the journey,

you fell in love with the pain,

looking forward to the next

big heartache,

silently wishing for the loneliness,

secretly reveling in the emptiness,

taking comfort in the isolation,

finding solace in nothing and

no one;

inside there is a great vastness,

an untapped well of darkness,

stretching beyond the horizon,

more than the untrained eye

can imagine,

more than can be described with

words alone,

it is upon these shores

that you drift;

it is the only place

you have ever called home;

outside they wait,

screaming for just a little more,

anticipating the finale,

thirsting for the ultimate thrill,

the final curtain,

the last call,

and you know that somehow

you will deliver the goods;

know matter what the cost.

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