"The End"

There's always something to say and I think this might be exactly what many people need to hear.
-Sometimes life just catches you right when you least want it to but regardless what happens, there's always something more to do.

“The End”

By Jason Marshall (for the book “Somewhere This Side of Forever”)

Time stops here.

There are infinite ways to know

Without ever knowing…

There are immeasurable values

Among the few we can gauge.

There are even improbable circumstances

That become more possible every day.

But before you live

You must have realized death-

To have found something worth notice

You would have had to grip some loss

And to have known the answer

You must have once gotten it wrong.

Time is time; they say it waits for no man;

It moves with a swiftness

Only few would understand.

But at the end of it all there is one thing that remains,

A vast nothingness of empty; a void within space.

And yet…within this void, there is this place…

A place where more than not nothing exists;

Yes, here there happens to be something locked from within.

Sealed with a key and protected by time

The End is the answer and the question is the rhyme.

Surrounded by the silence of a void so vast

It’s easy to understand why so few have passed.

It’s much more than just a simple absence in kind

It’s the smallest piece of the smallest part

Of the tiniest object one could imagine in life.

Albeit tiny and unobtrusive; mostly unknown to most

It’s the single most important hiding place

For every single unspoken word.

In the end it’s only the dream not dreamt;

The hand not held; the words not said.

It’s the wish unwished, the mountain not climbed;

It’s the life not lived all because of time.

The minutes tick by as the clock moves on

While the words once fresh become stale…then gone.

One second, one minute, one day, one week…

One month, one year before you say what you think;

With every tick that tocks; with every passing ray of light

It becomes more difficult to remember just why.

“One time, one life, one moment I lost…”

You say to yourself as you curse that thought.

And when it feels too late and you’re at the end

Of your minute, your hour with only seconds to spend,

Might you think that a word; a silly little word

Might it buy you more time, Might it be worth the chance;

The chance to stop time in spite of it’s hand?

In The End it is true, there IS nothing left

But remember that within nothing

There is a small place and a chance…

It is within that nothingness that’s so hard to see.

Too hard to fathom and impossible to believe;

That forever those words still wait and they keep

They wait for a day when too late is all you need.

They’ve always been there and they have always been true

And those words will always ready for that moment deep within you.

Know that simply because it’s never been done,

And just because it’s too late to say

And ultimately it won’t happen now

Means even less every day.

It’s hard to say that it’s never too late

Because The End to anything comes with no date.

Things end abruptly and without cause;

They end with out recourse, notice or awe.

You will only know the end by how much it hurts

And how much is left of your unused words.

In the end my words will be used;

I’ve said what I have because I needed to.

I’ve written and drawn as I feel and think;

I’ve yelled and I’ve fought for what I believe.

And still I will have words left to say

And words forgotten as time swept away

But the most important words I could ever have had

Were the words I’ve had for love;

A love for an hour or an eternity

Whether I’ve said it aloud or in my head

For a friend, to a mate or because of true love;

All those words were perfect in The End.

This “Somewhere this Side of Forever” I leave

Is the place where dreams happen if you believe.

It’s where I leave you to imagine what’s next

In one second, one moment, one lifetime…the end.

-fin-

Thank you for reading; I love you all.

-me