I wonder when the stars will fall, and how the world will stop
How the air we breath will be gone and the ground will open up around us.
Will we even recognise the loss , the monstrous sounds of whaling and screams
How the flowers will begin to curl at the motion of the sun hiding away,
Will we ever stay?
Even just being in a moment where time stands like this,
where the world sees and feels like this is enough,
but when it happens will we truly know?
Or will we just hide behind the shield of selfishness and protect our own,
when the dark sky becomes our new sun and the wind begins to shift
and the world feels dark and cold will we even know?
Pain is like a tumbleweed drifting through the events of life
and the symptoms join above,
Question is will you, will I let it follow through me and enjoy its ride
or will I stop it, halt hanging upside down on its high and leave hanging
still.
Hanging there still in the thrill of it all and let gravity take its course.
Or do I let it run wild? run through me driving up and down and around
doing loop upon loop until it no longer needs a rail,
And if that choice is made, if thats what I have chosen, I know then
and there that there was never a ride to be run,
More so a river that has been flown and down it has come and down it
goes, I was never the built in controller mere the canal itself it holds.
