The time we spend breaking things down,
Analysing until there’s nothing left to be found.
What’s it all for? What does it mean?
Simply a way to keep the slate wiped clean?
Or is it an impulse to tear each precious thing away,
To keep telling ourselves there’s no possible way?
I think, no matter the reason given,
We should look to the future for all that is hidden
And embrace the changes as they appear
Even when your limit is near
Because beyond that, a gem will shine:
A warm heart waiting for you this whole time.