The Beginning of the End

Don’t look so sad

It’s just the beginning

Of a life

We can’t control

In places

We can’t imagine

Designed by

The empty soul

We’re only stretching

Imagination

To the point where all realism

Disappears

Minds laced with liquid glass

We move forward

In circles

Into the past

We’re only living comedy

Building bridges

Into Never

Where vines of laughter grow

Untouched

A sad

Twisted

Commentary

On the soul of the girl

You left behind long ago

Who is she?

A Child;

Crudely formed

And undiscovered

Or the secret woman

Hidden behind sunglasses

And Widow’s Weed?

She remembers you

As you forget

Yourself.

Don’t look so sad

It’s just the beginning

Of the end.