Epilogue
I'm neither the beginning nor the end,
but the passing moments before the end,
the last words of a father to his son,
mother to daughter, lover to lover.
I am the leaves turning gold, orange, and brown,
the sunset at the end of the day, some time before midnight,
months before the winter, the days before the end of the year,
the last few seconds of December, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock.
I am the final chapter of a book, when everything is at peace,
so breathe a sigh of relief and pat yourself on the back.
You've finished this part of your life, but did you learn anything?
Has life become worth living or just another meaningless blink?
I'm neither the beginning nor the end,
but the passing moments before the end,
the moments when the heart knows what it wants,
and the mind surrenders completely to the belief that
love conquers all and endings aren't always endings.
but the passing moments before the end,
the last words of a father to his son,
mother to daughter, lover to lover.
I am the leaves turning gold, orange, and brown,
the sunset at the end of the day, some time before midnight,
months before the winter, the days before the end of the year,
the last few seconds of December, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock.
I am the final chapter of a book, when everything is at peace,
so breathe a sigh of relief and pat yourself on the back.
You've finished this part of your life, but did you learn anything?
Has life become worth living or just another meaningless blink?
I'm neither the beginning nor the end,
but the passing moments before the end,
the moments when the heart knows what it wants,
and the mind surrenders completely to the belief that
love conquers all and endings aren't always endings.