WHEN TRAILS HAVE ENDED

I slip into a memory
And the feeling is so nice
But cardboard boxes filled with souls
Needs unpacking twice

When the weather changes course
You can go down by the sea
Look out at the wind that cries
And possibly think of me

Don't know which way the wind will blow
Or which way the waves will bend
But life lives on the other side
When the trials come to an end

Laboring to live a short glimpse
Smelling fresh paint and stale cologne
I think of a memory that feels so nice
Do I think of it alone?

When seasons don't begin their change
You can sleep inside the song
Words that cast a face in view
You'll remember I am gone

Don't know when time will stand still
It's moving fast again
But life lives inside its heart
When the trials come to an end

-Shabetei

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