The Point of Being



The Point of Being



It has all converged

So long I’ve yet waited and so fast departed

Eagerness, nostalgia, unknowing, uncharted

For what wit was once to come is now into being

The point of us all

Now here lies between

Fear of to come and fear to let go

Must once be forgotten

Transition takes hold

With hope and declension, we all must take flight

To arrive at our futures

One step of our plight

Where settle, what fate, who is to say

The point of our being, transitions away


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