Here our paths will diverge
Here on this idyllic mountain road
You will go away towards the vain and vapid
The ordinary you yearn
The normalcy and the mundane;
And I will remain here
Sitted by the rising brook
Waiting for the devastation to bear.
The greenery would accompany me,
The nameless ageless forest
Trees standing through lifetimes of decay and rebirth
The chirping birds born to spend but a spring
I would wait for the grand to unfold
The reasons end here now departing
Along the road through which you went back;
I’ll dream of scurrying through the idyll idleness
And the end that is nowhere near.


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