And in the end, there is nothing and less.
It is what it is, it do what it do.
Daydreams are over, we can only guess
What the world has in store for me and you.
The answer remains in total silence.
Lost in the endless chatter of voices,
The caring touch is repulsed with violence
No longer can we demand our choices.
Yet I find my ears are newly open.
I am humbled to learn how to listen.
Liberation comes through words unspoken,
I know my mud is starting to glisten.
So, relieved of the past, we now grow old,
And try to make sure our stories are told.