Post by secondidentity on Jan 29, 2012 15:21:32 GMT -5
Landing
To witness the end of such a journey
Little do we know we live at the finish line
Evidenced by the untamed celebration outside my window
This epic triathlon that may well have started weeks ago
In another state, and not one with statehood
hundreds, maybe thousands of miles away
growing in size with every second
a volume of time, one that we only observe from miles away
far above our heads, we gaze at the pack passing over
then one day it shatters and falls, time shatters
into millions of unique reminders of that journey
once separated, then united only to return separated
But I can’t help but think they’ve been changed by their journey
To witness the end of such a journey
Little do we know we live at the finish line
Evidenced by the untamed celebration outside my window
This epic triathlon that may well have started weeks ago
In another state, and not one with statehood
hundreds, maybe thousands of miles away
growing in size with every second
a volume of time, one that we only observe from miles away
far above our heads, we gaze at the pack passing over
then one day it shatters and falls, time shatters
into millions of unique reminders of that journey
once separated, then united only to return separated
But I can’t help but think they’ve been changed by their journey