The Pursuit to Paradise

Death doesn't always involve the physical-ending of a human life.

It's not always the undesired phone-call that we all fear to receive one day,

Or the knock on your door by law-enforcement saying that

There's been a terrible accident...

Death sometimes is the swift transition from making a new friend, only to

Rarely hear from them in the near future.

Sometimes its the failing of an art-project,

Or leaving a job, where you had made fond memories,

Doesn't matter if they weren't always good,

It's the fact that it's there one day,

And gone the next.

Death doesn't always involve the physical-ending of a human life,

But it does always involve the ending of a routine.

Relationships, passion projects, monotonous jobs, studying,

These are all things our souls become clung to in time.

At first, with dedication and vision,

Then, at the end, left with disappointment and decision.

Do I stay or do I go?

Death doesn't always involve the physical-ending of a human life,

But somehow it always involves a choice for us to make.

Left in limbo, sifting through all that's happened, what could have happened, what should have happened. . .

None of it remains.

Except for that sheer willed decision, that comes only from a tamed

Voice, precision

After the grief has been felt,

Maybe it's time, that I try something else.

~SDV, Yela V