And So The World Goes On

I lift my head, and close my eyes
as the wind picks up around me.
The world turns as I stand here,
not caring about what happens.
The sun rises, always moving toward the future,
leaving in its path, the steadily accumulating past.
Then it hits me.
The rain, sleet and hail pelts down at me,
as if their trying to erase my existence.

My arms raise so
that they are leveled with my shoulders.
The wind rages on, trying to pull me away
from the stable ground bellow me.
It's trying to force my body over the edge,
and into the hungry, raging waters bellow.
My spirit and soul longed to fly with the wind
that hated me so.
My arms ached to feel the water
that wanted to eat me whole.
My legs yearned to stay firmly on the ground
with my family and friends.
My mind, it does not exist,
it is no longer of any substance for me to rely on.

I remain standing, not moving from my spot.
I allowed my eyes to see, not what was around me
but I allowed them to see other things.
Things that I wanted to so desperately to hold on too
and yet they were things I so wanted to let go.
They were faces, dreams, things.
They were my greatest weakness.
And my greatest strength.
Though, its not like they matter.
The world would continue to turn,
it will not stop for some stupid, naive young girl,
who no longer wants to deal with it.

I lift a leg and step over the edge.
Allowing the wind to rip at my face,
the rain, sleet and hail to force me down,
the earth to escape from me,
my dreams, my memories, my sight, to fade into oblivion.

And so the world goes on.
There is nothing to do about that one stupid, naive young girl,
who gave up all she had.
And so the world goes on, as she knew it would.
And so the world goes on, despite the pain, hate, war.
And so the world goes on, despite the love, friendship and peace.
And so the world goes on.