What makes a person who they become?
What changes a being to make them unlike the billions floating around in eternity?
The question haunts and echoes through stony walls,
Still I search.

How can you know when a moment will strike,
and change everything?
That the ringing of a doorbell is important, is meaningful.
How could I have known,
you'd be the one
To open my heart, fill it to the brim,
Hear my every fear, then tear it apart.
who's to care

The one, its a dangerous thought, having faith in a lottery.
Hoping someone will affect you forever
I wanted to remember you,
I still do

The field is always there, a single structure to depend on, solitude.
Before I knew love, I strolled beside the stream, missing a part of me that was not there.
I found you to share my haven, only one I let in.
Now I find the grass is enlaced with wheat,
rusted wheat.
So I reflect and ponder my spirals

I found something there, a truth that didn't appear, nor strike
but grew.
A hope to move on.
I saw it in the blinding haze of the sunrise through the branches.

Where do we aim to be? I didn't know until I got there.
When I stepped through the door, about to see both of you,
this was exactly where I didn't want to be. I didn't know whether I'd cope
whether my heart would wrench

But when I glimpsed the smiles,
A new start, though not mine,
Tears fell, only of joy, and only for you.
I reached a place I could only dream of before

The summer always come back around, you can always depend on
having a moment of truth, a marker in your timeline.
But now I can't see, the future is blurred
No concept of home

I miss not being able to take my mind off you.
I miss thinking of someone when I hear a love song.
But whether I miss you is irrelevant,
I can live without you

I see clouds in the distance, and wonder
Will I ever reach them? Ever move forward?
And in this moment, I realise a story to be retold.
A notion of time.
I think "surely I will remember this, low and behold".
This is a marker, a place in space and time I can come to rest.
I will remember, I will look back.
things will change.

Because, if you will ever see
When the world ends, when your worst nightmares come through,
you are free, as carefree as you could ever be.
Because you see, this is really what makes a person who they become,
These moments, when you finally choose to be defeated or not.
A chapter of my life has ended, one I hoped would continue endlessly. It defined me.
The end of this earth is inevitable, a certainty. But what happens afterwards,
is not