I AM THE GOAT

It’s over
It looks like I’ll never call you a lover
Perhaps I had foreseen this in the beggining
I didn’t know how I felt yet every time I passed by you’d melt
The world will keep on spinning
But you and me will end
I don’t know why I had to pretend
Grasping at straws that I tried to spin into gold
But alas as I spun it through the grind all I was given was dust of wheat
Had there been too little rain? Had the crop grown mold?
Or had this farmer sat on this harvest too long, tapping his feet
Trying to sap every bit of profit away from it, only to see it wither in the heat
But the day will roll on, spring will return, and the crop will rise
But this time it will be a different produce, the soil caused yours to choke and die
And times will be tough there will be more times,
Because the sun will still shine and the rain will still fall even if you don’t call
Because that’s okay
We have reached our end
The end simply is a crossroad
But you can’t turn back and the left and right paths stretch until they meet,
So the only way is to push forward and begin
Will you be in that new beginning?
Perhaps there is room in the garden, but the farmer must tend frequently so you don’t escape your boundaries
Even if it means I have to tiptoe on eggshells
Because when they crack they ring out like doorbells
But I don’t want you to know I’m home
Because then I’d invite you in and I would no longer be alone
And just like fumbling through the pages of an old book
No matter how hard you look
That ink is eternally dried and you cannot change the end
And we did end
Because all of those words I vended backwards over to hear
Bent so far back that I broke, broke because a single word never snaked into my ear
Because you had nothing to say
Was it reluctance? Or fear? That is still unclear
But it is clear that my spine is splintered into two
And while the ambulance and recovery was called by you
You couldn’t face my broken and you turned away
So now I stand at this crossroad
At the place where end beginning denial and reluctance all touch
And my hand rests of the pole and wipes the sweat from my brow because it has been to much,
It is clear the only path is forwards
But my legs are tired, I’d assume just as such
And the sun scorched road seems to be melting to my boots so I’m stuck to the tar
Nothing to do and not even a wish on a star
Although I knew it would hurt I know the sunburn would be worse if I didn’t move
So I yanked and tore my feet off that ground
And inches them just above where the begging began
And while I may look back sometimes and I may just be stuck a few inches away from whee I was
At least I’m stuck on the beginning and not the end