beyond the dark line

Now I see
What may be,
Though it's no certainty

(the unknown
extrapolating
forever)

Why did I
Start to cry
When it was not goodbye?

(the finite
losing its self in
the endless)

Things work out better when
People put trust in them

(what is self
but a reflection
of not-self?)

People fear
When they hear
They'll lose what they hold dear

(hope and fear
are meaningless in
unity)

But it's wrong,
just be strong,
And it's there all along

(the true source
is the end and the
beginning)

Change may come till the end
Persevere until then