A fortunate end to an unfortunate beginning.
Can you be found in wanting?
Walking in the apathy of an undesired situation.
Void of expectation.
While enacting the mind-numbing practice of repetition,
you're surprised to discover...
The possession of one and only love.
Your presumptions exceeded.
Conscious-self impeded.
Priorities crumbled, defeated.
Plans ruined, but you've never been happier.
You speak only truth, yet you've never been sappier.
Your desire is simple, still your mind is a maze.
Everything is backwards, just like this next phrase:
An unfortunate end to a fortunate beginning.
...Here is a thought which may keep you from grinning.
Everything up, must then fall.
With no memory of whether you were happy at'all.
Riding into the sunset is not an end,
it's merely a start to something new.
You'll find,
in pursuit,
the magic
once beheld
curt as morning dew.
And the good times you remember,
a west facing balcony
with an ever
receding
view.
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