Who waits for me
At the end of the road
With arms wide open
For me to throw myself into
And disappear?
Whose gift is eternity?
Will I be given the chance to see you
Growing and slowly filling
My field of vision
With the beauty of permanence?
Or will you sneak up from behind
To strike me down with mercy?
Such a blessing to know you'll be there
To take me from the present suffering.
An even greater blessing to forget you altogether.
