The painful parts,
Sordid reminders of failure
Fill my mind with sad energy
So negative, so polarizing, so –
What can possibly – the will to change.
Yet if our lives really matter,
Have a certain purpose speaks
To what, how we decide, where we walk,
Then standing near the end of the pier
Will be a savior, the one to listen,
There will be that last set of eyes suggests
We remember to realize.
I used to be a gambler,
Always going for the odds,
The win, the satisfaction, the adrenaline,
I found myself wanting more always,
The Man at the end of the pier
Could turn his back in a heartbeat,
It was there I discovered pain is real.