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 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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