Here’s how it all happened,

I’m not sure what they’ve shown

Words travel in packs now – they should wander alone

We are thrown into spaces that we can never own

Halfway or more along the way

He could feel the edges had begun to fray

Yet, only time would tell him what he needed to say

Halfway or more along the way

No answers would be given for the questions he heard 

Arrive then stay or leave just split each path into thirds

The not knowing would remind him what it meant be whole

Halfway or more along the road

A hundred pounding rhythms hold each moment in place

While wearing down foundations and the lights that they chase

These are the punch lines that he learned to embrace

Halfway or more since he left these things to the moth and the rust

Turned back the wind to the ashes and dust

Gave up the coins to the god they entrust

And then faded away

Faded away into the choices he made

Left all the places that had asked him to stay

Practiced the lines he knew he would never say

Halfway or more along the way

That’s how it all happened, 

I don’t care what they’ve shown

Words gather in packs now – they should wander alone

We are thrown into spaces that we can never own