You chose your next path, and no one knows where you went. You could only imagine the wrath, of the minds that are crooked and bent.
You're running to a place, that you've been once before. The sound of water fills the space, it's a place you truly adore.
It is that waterfall from the start, and you sit on the ground next to it, waiting. The way the water falls pulls at your heart, and it keeps you from fading. ... No need for an ending when it's only the beginning...
*The End
This concludes my "No Need..." Poems. I might revisit something like this later on, because I like the idea of a chain of poems that mean something.