Here I am,
at a fork in the road.

To the west,
the sun sets into the mist.

To the east,
the stars start to unfold.

Oh, how I wish I could sit,
and imagine the wind  
was your kiss.

If you promised
to hold me when I arrive,

I'd struggle and fight
just to survive.

If you promised
to love me like before,

nothing would stop me from
finding your door.

If you promised
to show me the way,

I'd follow the path
wherever it lay.

I'd forget where I've been
to know you again.

Yay, 'though I'm lost and I'll never be found.
My ship set sail without a sound.
Good-bye Earth! Good-bye solid ground!

Yay, 'though I'm off and I'll never be seen.
My destiny lies in between
Winter's death and Spring's first green.

Yay, 'though I'm gone and I'll never return.
I've got no other life to burn.
I've got no other wheel to turn.

Yay, 'though I've left and I'll never resume,
someone else will finish my tune.

The dog’s running off,
while the rest of us laugh,
giving a gentle guffaw.

Can we believe
the way people dream
carelessly floating along?

The sky’s falling down,
but all through the town
everyone insists it’s wrong.

Isn’t it queer
how all becomes clear
after the curtains are drawn?

The sun's going dark,
as we play in the park,
even though our spirits are gone.

Isn’t it strange,
the way people change
before they finally withdraw?

Not even a look,
not even a glance!
I was lost in a book,
she was lost in a trance.

Not even a friend,
not even a past.
It's the same in the end;
the questions remain unasked.

Flitting and flickering, skipping 'cross reels of form,
this thought's not a thought to be trifled or torn;
'tis the thought from which all others are born.
It is, complete, with neither mercy nor scorn.

Wholeness and vastness, sinking down the abyss,
this thought's not a thought to rejoice for, nor miss;
'tis the thought of imminence -- of 'blivion's kiss!
It is, unending, with neither sorrow nor bliss.

Chaotic and entropic, consuming all in its wake,
this thought's not a thought to leave alone, nor take;
'tis the thought under which all minds will break!
It is, ever-flowing, with nothing at stake.

I came upon a river,
wide as the years spent to find it.

I took off my shoes,
to rest down beside it.

And as I stopped to think of  a way
to travel across these waters, some day,

my hair turned grey --
my flesh to dust.

And the river swept me away.

I became the boundless beauty
of water flowing free;

from high atop the mountain peak,
to the broad expanse of open sea.

I looked to my sides,
and what did I see?

I found myself, just as before,
already standing on the other shore.

Each separate reflections
of altered deceptions;

like all intersections
of other-than-present's,

every point will yield
to a forward direction.

Neither had seen a thing
like this in their lives;

a single soul's creation
outside the bound'ries of "mine."

But each knows the riddle
to catch the next dawn:

Think, eat, breathe, pause.
Drink, sleep, breathe, pause.

Though they hit play on the day,
could they tell me how it ends?