To Live...

To let go, to see to the end. The good bye of a love one and the wiping tong of truth. To watch as time fades and friends move on, to know what can never be. To see the light fade and return anew, to hold no answers clear.

    To be afraid and inspire fear, to hunt, eat, and sleep. To watch what makes us happy become unclear. To observe misdirection, to withhold information. To wright with false words, to speak a noble truth. To misspell and misinterpret, to feel the dust unseen. To hear a poets tongue, to look at fictions gleam.
 
To feel and to die, to know the end of a line. To fall.