We think when something ends in our life
That we will be braced for it, but very often that’s not the case
We only know when we get the hit.
We assume we’ll hear big explosions, or messages bright and clear
When usually we’re just in shock …. what the hell is going on here?
We assume at least vibrations and messages telling us when and why
When in fact, there is none of that; you only sit there and cry.
We feel that we understand things and the people around us too
But time and again it’s more a case of “Wow. That I never knew”
At least there should be warning sounds, the kind that the cell phone brings,
And from what I hear, it’s not just ordinary folks,
It’s the same dilemma with kings.
You would think there would be some vibrations, and fireworks in the sky
But most of the time it’s a silent world as you wipe the tears from your eye
And shouldn’t there be a warning, telling you there’s a coming clash?
Not at all; often the story just comes to you when you jump from the sudden lash.
The thing to remember is be prepared to admit yes, somehow you missed the train
And resolve to make absolutely sure it doesn’t happen again
And above all, in most situations, concede, slow down and let go
Stand close and say it out loud or whisper, “I’m sorry. I did not know.”
We live in this cocoon of “Me, me, me.” Whether with someone or alone
And when fracture comes, the feeling shocks us and leaves us numb as we moan
And while we can make the repairs later that are needed to float the boat
We must discard the word “later”, remind yourself with a note.
Okay, it taxes your patience, like a shadow it follows you
The thing is to simply see all that as something you have to do
Finally, as you’re in the struggle, don’t give up, it’s a constant train
So when you miss one connection, remember the train comes around again.
