For every new beginning something has to end
A tree sheds its dead leaves,
becoming nutrition for new life.
Depressing or hopeful?
But before this new beginning,
we must face that moment of condensed truth.
A point just before a start and after an end.
Fear and happiness, become one.
Tears and laughter mean the same.
Like a balcony in-between,
Neither one or the other
What do we find here?
Hope. Bliss. Oblivion. Nothing?
Let us cross this point,
Become nutrition for this new beginning.
It is here now.
Here and just beginning.