Slipping away

It all works out.
That there is a beginning to the end
and no story is ever written in vain.
Sheathed knives, twisted for knaves,
Only fools would not understand.
My hands were tied but notmy mind
and the lump in my head
will not make me fly tomorrow.
But It will not take me down
for the ground is too cold to lie
Six feet is not mine yet.

It all has a sense.
senseless chain of events
silent killers, friends underneath it all.
Six feet from the light,
the venom is spread and the word is out.
Who will listen, who will hear.
here is where invisible lines are drawn.

I see the ships leaving shore
wind behind the sails
slipping away to the horizon.
Nothing is the same
nothing ever is.
Promisses never made cannot be broken
Oaths not taken are not binding, blinding.
never defining, the rules of engagement.
There is no story, so don't worry, not be sorry.
but take a look at the land
for the moment is gone
even before it ever happened.
In the end
it was all a rite of passage
a flirt, a stoten minute
frozen in a fool's garden
it all was the same, eternal game
played by the same pawns
themselves subjet to a greater cycle.
Memento mori, memento mori
I see it all fading away
for I still am to learn
to hold the gates to the flood.
to swim against a tide
and to take that dive
and never walk back.