And so it is....

When I get to the end of the road,
And all that is behind me is dirt, and rocks and man eating beasts,
don't worry.
Gasping through the darkening before my eyes,
Clutching my arms to my chest, elbows tucked for the free fall,
there I went.
Did you see me go?

Like a boulder, tumbling,
Never knowing its greatest strength.

Mother, get the needle, this job is too big for that bandaid.