No Final Goal

Between the misty morning and the bleeding of twilight
As your shadow moves along then fades into the night
You’re sorting out the differences amongst what’s wrong and right
Deciding when it’s best to run or when to stand and fight

The water that you try to cross it is not deep but fast
Sometimes it will cleanse your heart and sometimes it will blast
To carry you away downstream and wash away the mask
Revealing more than can be found within your looking glass

The things that you say and do and the steps you take
To build yourself a better life, this person you create
Just finding one more mold to cast for each one that you break
Building one more image there just for the buildings sake

It only just occurred to me that these things we believe
Are really no more valid than those things we try to leave
Behind us when we look back and call ourselves naive
To carry on with this new self that we somehow conceived

So when you tilt your eyes aloft and look into the sky
Or when you look across the bed into your lover’s eyes
What is it that you fear in life? What do you most despise?
Can you let the curtain fall revealing your disguise?

The telling of this storybook, how do you see it end?
The character you choose to play, the story that you’ve penned
Letting some things drop away, with others that you spend
Who is it you leave behind and who will you befriend?

Ascension of the heart into that calming state of bliss
With all the fear that you now hold how can you hope for this?
Your wanderings they take you far but you cannot dismiss
The longing for a hearth and home within you still persists

There is no greater tragedy, or so I’ve heard it told
With all our blind eyes searching for that so called pot of gold
While we ignore the scenery as our lives do unfold
The regret that we have when we see there is no final goal