How do you celebrate life
And mourn death at the same time?
How do you rejoice for a new day
When a loved one goes away?
How do you tell an infant
That he no longer has a mother?
How do you keep loving
When your heart feels so empty?
How do you answer these endless questions
When your mind is stuck in confusion?
There she knew the journey had begun
And saw the people on the run
But she closed her sight to see
And failed to ask how they felt.
On the road taken, she became new
She framed a fresh identity
Forgetting the start of the road
Only seeing the distractions.
But like every tragic play
Her hubris was too much of a flaw
She saw only what she wanted
And soon lost all in blind ignorance.