A full circle closed today,
from expectation to loss,
from pedestal to the fall..
A journey made time and time
Bound to a nature of its own making,
the question of when the final turn
arrives being that eerie shimmer
at the horizon.
With delusion’s slap in the face
what you do with the broken fantasy
remains the treasure
at the end.
What shall be created from the rubble
Can you be what fed you?
Could you embody what your heart was sure
you couldn’t live without?