It’s the end of where I’ve been
and the beginning of where I need to go.
It’s a long road I’ve shortened.
While standing under the shade of where I
want to be, I hold time and watch its hands;
it stops for no one.
Every memory has its own weight.
Darkness has the eyes to open corners
without light. Little did you know that the
dream you had would pass and not return.
Roger Singer 