When it broke I didn't know it
and the maps all told the story
and I see them now.
It's made to break you
burn you, shake you.
And I don't know fucking why.
A new Heaven
A new Earth
is this the way it plays out
It's not my place to say
I have to let the mystery remain
I guess
Who knows.
A bridge that goes to far
beyond any sun or star
you have to make the leap
or just fade away.
Or so the story goes,
you know, the one they always tell
where the hero wins
the hero with a thousand faces
a million names
a hundred races
to run
to fight
to win.
If you don't
do you begin again?
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Writer and artist who loves dogs, beaches, coffee and solitude
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