This Is Where It Ends

Tears dripping down my cheeks
As i look back at where we are coming from
The pain that became pleasurable
The thoughts that turned sin
The needs that we met as the days ran out
The dream, not the one formed in a sleep
The goals that became a reality
The love we found, and those that left us broken
The fights we had,
And the truce we called
The nights we cried
And the days we had our best
The drugs we tried for pleasure
And those that let us snooze for days.

This is where it all ends
The crossroad where decisions matter
Where we let old tricks out of the bag
Pick up sticks, start a fire
Swim on the sun, and bask under the moonlight
Or go back to where we came from.

Victor Oyedele