They say we were all born
To run into the abyss
To embrace the darkness
And accept Deaths' kiss

That we are travelling an entire lifetime
Just to die

I'm not so sure

Because it's not about the destination
It's about the journey
Travelling in heat and cold
From freezing to burning

Let emotions run free
Run as wild as can be
See what I mean?
It's all about the journey

The road less travelled and sometimes dim
Is the road we follow even when it gets grim
Attending weddings and funeral days
Sitting in a pub having a beer with mates

Or sitting on your bed with your laptop open
Making words rhyme and leaving some unspoken
To publish your mind, upload it on a website
No matter the time, even when it's 6 o'clock at night

To love and to hate and make something mutual
To reminisce the past or speak of the future
To live and to die, either one is alright
But we do not live just to meet the darkness of night

I've always thought I loved storms;
Where the rain beats against my window,
Wind wailing, thunder rumbling,
Lightning painting streaks
Across the sky.
There's nothing like standing underneath
The angry clouds
And letting the cold rain
Wash all of your sins away.

I've always thought I was in love
With the sky;
The way it surprises me every day
In its spectrum of
Resplendent colors and soft greys.
Personified in my adoration
As maybe God himself,
If God even exists.
To this day, I'm not so sure,
But I know the sky and that's
Enough.

But as I wonder about these things,
These forces of nature,
I wonder about the circumstances
Surrounding my experiences with them.
I remember that, in the midst of storms,
I always have a home to run into
And a towel waiting for me to dry me off.
I remember that while the sky is
Ever changing,
It always remains there.

So maybe what I've always loved,
What I've always longed for,
Is comfort.

Is... stability.