Depression

Beyond this Line

I am as remorseful as dust.
Yet upon you, my mighty magic has been cast .
In time, be prepared to greet me with a smile;
Or else, come walking to me, miles after miles.

You come in as little drops of rain.
And your striving against the flow is insane !
Nevertheless, I am your destiny in motion;
As all channels would eventually meet the ocean !

I am not an option to be chosen in leisure;
Since I have freedom and peace to share.
Be it your downfall or way to salvation,
For all chosen paths, I am their final destination.

You seek me, yet fill me with hatred !
The closer you come, you get afraid.
Don't regret, but be grateful for this limited time;
Run a bit more, and see what lies beyond this line !