Constructive Deconstruction

The Nearing of The End

June 13, 2002 on 2:30 pm | In Random | No Comments

…This was written for the councillors…

"The Nearing of The End"
As i look back upon the dusty tracks that we’ve made…

Reminded I am of the times when spirits were high;
When our guards were raised,
and our dreams could fly.
When we were to sail a thousand storms,
and in hand, all we had was a measly corm.

Touched I am by the times when we fell;
But fall we did like brothers in war…
Hand in hand, hands raised
I remember..Together we gave a cry
To sweat, to bleed, to die

Enraged I am by my errs;
My abandoned dreams
My failed attempts
My lost drive
I feel the cause of our plan’s demise

Cry I do when I look back,
What have I done?
Who have I failed?
Who have I wronged?
I’m sorry.

As I look and search for what lies ahead…

I see a wall to mark the end
A group of people with whom our lives will append
Past that wall I cannot see
Fear, uncertainty?
Lost.

And as I stand here searching the shallow abyss of my soul…

With every tick of the clock,
I feel our ship nearing the dock.
With every blink of the eye,
Its harder to hold my head high.
With every step I take
My heart beats faster, harder
Because now I stand at…

The nearing of the End.

To the people around me…

For every tear that flowed down your cheek,
For every sweat that trickled down your neck,
For every ounce of pain your heart endured,
For every ‘F’ or ‘O’ you put in your sack,

I give you
my tear
my sweat
my heart
Thank you Council…Thank you Councillors
–Ridzuan(1984–??) to the wonderful people around me…