When it would be

Like to the moon and back

Hours days weeks months

Staring at a little sparkle

At the end of darkness

Leaving another light behind

When it would be

Like turning an hourglass

Over and over again

Gazing at running sand

Filling up a void but 

leaving another emptiness 

When it would be

Like planting a seed

Watching it grow for ages

into a tree to be cut down

when leaves are reaching the sky

leaving behind firewood for a cold winter

when it would be

like acting with a purpose

predicting the outcome

or at least believing the dream

when there’s a reason for the journey

with a glimpse of redemption at the end

then it just might be bearable

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