an end to the end

chasing down dreams
on one-way, dead-end streets,
moments come and go,
cool autumn nights wait forever,
distant winter storms stand poised,
pouring liquid electricity
into endless teenage skies,
back seat, 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,
somber days lie ahead,
for every beginning there is an end,
for every ending there is an end,
there is a death of which
no one knows;

for everything there is an end;

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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