Welcome my brother to the chosen land.
One more last question before we disband.
Dissolving, corroding, imploding it all.
Watch the unfolding of that final call.
Unfurling, breaking and blowing away.
Exposed to it all, your troubles at bay.
But the answers are there. All be it too late,
The journey is over. Let's just call it fate.
Never to return your left in a midst,
Why couldn't we all, just coexist?
Where draw the line? Now that it's gone.
Perhaps left to ponder, what could have gone wrong.
New questions appear. Like, what could have been?
Tortured again by all the unseen.
Forever asking. Just what does it mean?
To be rotting away inside the routine.
Life's full of trials, hardship and more.
But in the end, isn't more what's worth fighting for?
Something is better than nothing I say!
Even when something let's slip to give way.
So don't huddle up.
Break days. Make waves and force your way through.
Cause with each coming morning, everything's new.
