It's been a while, 
hours and days on pile.

We've added a few miles
to this evergrowing file.

Lovers come and gone, 
brittle grown our bones.

It's been fun and games,
tears and pains.

Wrong and rights,
endless nights,
where we've thought we couldn't go on,
while better days were in the blink of an eye, gone.

Endless paradox of life,
to enhance strife.

While making joys small 
as to keep heeding its call. 

But here we are now,
wisdom of years bestowed.

That we can appreciate who we are inside, 
and the means by which we abide.

Maybe now we can slow down enough to really see
the miracle inside you, inside me.

Set this fated story free, 
upon the endless sea 
of no return 
so we shall burn.