Who do you ask,
When it’s all spent;
Where do you go when there is nothing left…
Use it up like applesauce,
The eggs are all empty
The yoke blown away
Without even a spot of color for all the work.
Put them all in the same basket,
Keep eating defeat until you lose the tase for victory,
When the sun comes up tomorrow
It is just another day.
With time Indecision becomes decision,
Fears become reality,
Dreams drift away on the fiery winds from the burning wreckage within.
Do you take what you want,
Leave you friend on the mountain side,
Or do you abandon your goal and walk back down in defeat…
The mountain will be their tomorrow.
It spins like dice waiting to land,
The closed book,
The hard pass with a squeeze of lemon.
The sign out front tells you all you need to know,
It was pointless before your arrival,
The only change
The amount of light coming through the kitchen window.
It falls on you like the shadow after midday,
Growing until the tall lanky monster is all your left with.
Would haves,
Could haves,
Should haves
Mean nothing when reality is all your left with,
No going backwards,
Even when it won't let go.
