It's the measure of time between the cradle and the goodbye.
The destroying angel that begins and ends life.
There's a flaming sword that doe not do battle anymore.
It lays waste to all it passes and leaves just dust on the floor.
There's always something that always finds it's way.
So be careful what you wish and much more what you say.
This party's all over but a gathering's begun.
Where we can all find our ways and a place in the sun.
We'll be as free as the wind and we'll all be turned loose.
We are all guided by hands you won't see in the news.
Where do you sit today? Tell me where you stand.
Between your lines you can see what you don't understand.
Put your conventions to sleep and put down your phones to see.
Forget the world that you know and you will be free.
The Party's all over, all of the songs have been sung.
What we leave is all that matters when all is said and done.
Leave your heart wide open even if you lose.
Let the party begin and leave the world in the rear view. You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or
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Now that's heavy, man. I see much truth in those words. I enjoy pondering the meaning of good poetry. Write on...... 
