When the time comes
to take my leave,
perhaps i will ask myself
if i was ever here?

For where has it all gone,
those fleeting moments
when it all felt so real?

The breathless ecstasy
of mountains climbed,
the tender intimacy
of a meal shared,

the deep pangs
of both loneliness
and connection
that know no words.

All come,
all gone.

And as the gentle sun
breaks another forgiving dawn
after the storms of night

must i travel again
into the deep unknown,
both solid yet ephemeral,
making the vital journey
back to where
I first came.

(Taken from Begin Again)

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