Epilogue

Decisions are driven by the pen
and the sword.
What was once mine, is now what’s yours.
Heaven forgive them that they applaud.
And cry you name.

I mean, it’d be a shame to let them not.

For in seeking fame you found love and through love fame found you.
And the way is water, as is the colour blue.
I’m still holding onto the fact,
Of what I wanted out of you.

See yesterday’s era. Sing songs – cry a river.
Have a habit of just – flowing away.
Fading away, as so to it the patience becomes – attainable.
Once again.

For every end has a beginning.
And every beginning had an end.

And on and on and on.

But my futures become the present.
Life’s short, then sweet then gone.

So – I ask you dear reader,
Live it.