The Place That Lasts

When you’ve had enough of it all,

the constructs that squeeze your gyrus

become too noticeable to ignore.

Claustrophobic in the stadium.

You look around and all you see

Busy faces, busy faces…

You ask them: “Can I be you?

Can I be you just for one day?”

 

But the point of no return is reached, 

beyond the pale of good and bad.

Your sadness is your joy,

it is colorblind to the core.

 

Romance fades away suddenly, 

blown off by the wind of change,

revealing the fragile state of your base.

There is nothing to lean on.

 Disarmed and dull, you let yourself fall.

“I’m over it. I’m over it.”

But you’re not falling, you’re lifted up,

Cradled gently by the One.

 

The point of no return is reached, 

beyond the pale of good and bad.

Your sadness is your joy,

it is colorblind to the core.

 

Cradled gently by the One, 

Succumbed to the lullaby of the hollow,

you finally found unending love,

The place of rest, the place that lasts.

 

You finally found the place of rest. 

You finally found the place that lasts.

Your home is your soul.

Your home is your soul.

You finally found the place of rest. 

You finally found the place that lasts.

Your home is your soul.

Your home is your soul.